#all the clips and compilations immediately set out on youtube

[bad268]

Liam lawson

but

I remember there one dtm video(red bull) being where alex and lily were in it and that was rlly cute

so hoow bout the reader coming to watch liam and they juts being cute throughout :)

Compilations (Liam Lawson X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3

Requested: Clearly (bruh I strayed so far but I think this is cute too. I rewatched all of the DTM videos and I was like *compilation*), (italics are clips from the video)

Warnings: Language haha

Pronouns: I/me/they/them

W.C. 3428

Summary: Liam and his significant other take a trip down memory lane for a video.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Google/RedBull Content Pool)

It was two in the morning. My phone should not be ringing. Rolling over and answering it without looking at the ID, “Well, someone better be dying.”

“I’m dying,” the voice, who I was able to recognize as Liam, laughed on the other end. “Okay, I’m not dying.”

“Could’ve had me fooled,” I mumbled, burying my face into my pillow while keeping the phone to my ear. “Not that I’m upset that you called, well kind of actually, but what do you want?”

“Oh, do you not want me to call you?” He teased back.

“I do just not at two in the fucking morning, Liam,” I complained, “Especially when I had an alarm set at three for my flight. I’m not going back to sleep now, so I hope you’re happy with yourself.”

“I’ll keep you company,” He chuckled. “I was mainly calling because I wanted to make sure you were still coming this week.”

“You couldn’t have called me a couple of days ago?” I accused. I didn’t let him respond as I continued ranting, getting increasingly louder as I progressed. “Or yesterday? Or last night? Or fucking texted me because it is two in the morning?!”

“I mean, a reasonable time to call you would’ve been mid-day or something for me and I was doing car stuff,” He explained calmly, knowing that I was just moody because he woke me up too early. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” I grumbled, immediately switching the call to a FaceTime. “There, if you’re going to make me stay awake, the least you could do is let me look at you.”

“Glad you find my looks good enough to keep you awake,” He joked.

“Anyways,” I switched topics as I propped my phone up against the headboard, so I could use my hands to hold my head up, “I know you did not just call me to ask if I was still coming. What’s up?”

“Just wanted to make sure because the Red Bull media team wants us to do a video for YouTube,” He explained as he moved on his end to a corner of the trailer after being given the go-ahead to chill out until they went back to the hotel.

“But I’m not a driver?” I asked, confused as to why they would want me in the video.

“Never said you were, love,” He chuckled again. “They want us to react to some videos.”

“That makes me nervous,” I replied with a nervous laugh. “Do I get to know what videos?”

“I don’t even know,” Liam started.

“You are not going to break him that easily, Y/n!” Alex cut in from the background. Just then, Alex‘s head appears in the corner of the frame with an enthusiastic wave, “Hi, by the way.”

“Hello, Alex,” I giggled, waving back, “Do you know what we’re doing?”

“Do I look like I’m in Red Bull? No,” He laughed in response. “But hey, I need to steal your boyfriend. We need to do a final debrief before heading back to the hotel. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there tomorrow afternoon,” I said, shaking my head at his nonsense. “Do I at least get a moment to say goodbye to my boyfriend?”

“Don’t keep him too long,” Alex says, leaving the frame and walking away, “The faster we do the debrief, the faster we go to sleep!”

“Huh, funny how you guys get to have uninterrupted sleep tonight, and I’m here bickering back and forth with my boyfriend and his teammate at two in the fucking morning!” I said sarcastically before dissolving into shouts toward the end.

“There’s no way it’s still two there,” Liam quipped back.

“Ah, you’re right,” I replied sarcastically after I checked the time before yelling, “It is three in the fucking morning now!” I stopped, taking a deep breath and calming down before saying, “I need to finish packing. I leave for my flight in a couple of hours, and I need to get ready and take a shower. I’ll text you before I take off, not call you because I value your beauty sleep. You need it.”

“Hey!” He objected. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I love you, and I’m hanging up now,” I smiled into the camera, pretending to not see his shocked expression.

“This isn’t over, but I’ll let you go,” He said while pointing at the camera. He put his finger down and just smiled at the camera, “I love you too, call me when you land please?”

“Of course,” I reassured, “I’ll see you tomorrow. Wait, today technically. I’ll be there by dinner.”

“Good, I’ll take you out,” He responded.

“I don’t know if that’s supposed to be a threat or an invite, and I’m not sure if I want to stick around to find out,” I joked quickly before saying bye and hanging up just as fast.

~~

Landing in Italy was crazy because of the time change. Initially, I thought I would land in the late afternoon/early evening time frame but due to the difference, I was already getting to the hotel before lunch. Part of me just wanted to pass out from jet lag, but the other half wanted to go to the track to see Liam. Come to find out, they had free practice, so I wouldn’t even be able to see Liam until afterward anyway. Thus, I just decided to chill out, nap, and unpack a few things while I had nothing else to do.

At around two, I got a text from Liam, asking me to meet him in the lobby, so we could do the mysterious video.

“Do you know anything now?” I asked as soon as I sat in the car.

“Well, hello to you too,” he joked, waiting for me to greet him, and when I did, he continued. “No, all I know is they want you and me to do it.”

“That is definitely not suspicious at all,” I replied sarcastically before we pulled up to the track. We walked hand-in-hand to the AF Course trailer where we would be filming, and they already had the cameras and lights set for us. “Do we get to know what we are reacting to, now?”

“Yes,” one of them laughed. “Fans have been sending us these compilation videos of you two around the paddock, so you’re both going to watch it. Make it cute.”

“Oh, no pressure there,” Liam jested, taking a seat on the couch while I follow to sit beside him. They signaled that the cameras were rolling and that we could start the intro at any point. I decided to let Liam take the lead from the beginning since I wasn’t a driver and wasn’t social media trained. “Hi guys, welcome to the Youtube channel. Today, we brought in my significant other, Y/n, and we are going to react to the compilations you sent us.”

“Yeah, what he said,” I contributed quietly, causing him to laugh at my shyness.

~

It was the first race of the DTM season. Everyone’s nerves were through the roof, but it seemed like Liam’s were through the stratosphere. It was a new season, in a new car, and it was with a new teammate. It was safe to say that he needed all the support he could get, so I decided to surprise him.

With a little help from the crew, I was able to get an extra key to his hotel room and sneak in while he was doing media. I decided I would make myself comfortable, taking one of Liam’s shirts out of his suitcase and changing into it before pulling out my laptop to get some work done while I had the time.

I had my music playing, and I was in a groove, getting a huge chunk of my essay drafted. I took a little dance break when I spun around, and immediately started screaming, not expecting Liam or a camera to be in front of me. “Hey! There’s this new thing! It’s called knocking!”

“Didn't think I needed to knock for my own room,” Liam responded in shock. He slowly approached me as I caught my break before he wrapped an arm around my waist and grabbed my hand. “What are you doing here? You said you have an essay due.”

“Surprise?” I said while shrugging my shoulders, ”I have wifi here, so it’s fine.”

“Happily surprised, yes” He chucked back.

~ “I remember that,” Liam laughed as he paused the video. “I didn’t even realize you were wearing my shirt until just now.”

“Wait, actually?” I looked over at him in confusion. “I thought that was the first thing you noticed.”

“No, the first thing I noticed was my significant other singing and dancing in my hotel room,” He deadpanned before sarcastically adding, “Forgive me for not noticing what you were wearing.”

“Oh, what’s next?” I joked, “You gonna tell me that you didn't notice I cut my hair there either?”

“You cut your hair?” He asked genuinely, rewinding the video to see your hair.

“Oh, brother,” I rolled my eyes.

~

This was a bad idea. The worst actually. Why and how did I let Liam convince me to get in the car with him? I already hate seeing him race at these high speeds. I did not need to experience it, yet here we are. And he is fucking laughing.

“Stop laughing at my pain,” I shouted at him as we took the corner faster than I would have liked. My arm shot out to grab him out reflex as I begged him to slow down. “Liam, my love, apple of my eye, future husband, please slow the fuck down. I’m going to die.”

He just laughs in response, slowing down slightly, but not enough to make me let go of his arm. “If I slow down too much, I’ll get a penalty.”

“What do you mean a penalty?” I shouted at him, “There’s no fucking race!”

“That you know of,” he joked, slowing down even more so he could let go of the steering wheel momentarily to pry my hands off his arm. Once he gets them off his bicep, he just holds one of my hands in his. “Here, you can hold my hand, and I’ll go slower.”

“Not on my watch, mister. You put that hand right back on the steering wheel,” I protested, pulling my hand from his and pushing it toward the steering wheel. He kept laughing at my outbursts while glancing over at me from time to time. “Keep those hands on the wheel, eyes on the road, and get me back to the garage pronto.”

“Damn, so bossy,” he chuckled, proceeding carefully around the circuit, “Y’know, the fans are gonna love this.”

“Well, I’m glad they find my pain amusing,” I groaned, throwing my head back. Liam just laughed in response before I lifted my head, making eye contact with the camera on the dash, “You know what guys, just for my pain, I’m gonna need you to like and subscribe to the channel. Like this is horrifying. I will never do this again, so the least you can do is like and subscribe. Please.”

“Shameless promo, we love to see it.”

~

“And I never did it again,” I smiled at the camera. “I don’t trust him anymore, actually.”

“Hey, I got you back safely, right?” Liam asked, leaning into my side as he wrapped his arms around my waist and laid his head on my shoulder. I turned my head to nod and place a kiss on his forehead. “I haven’t pressured you to do it again either.”

“Maybe I’ll let you do it at the next race,” I whispered to him.

“Really?” he perked up.

“Fuck no!” I exclaimed. “You scared me half to death last time. Why would I willing do it again?”

~

We were in the Hitech trailer with Juri, filming something for their Youtube channel. I was behind the camera just minding my own business while Liam and Juri were arguing, like always, about something I didn’t care to figure out.

“Y/n/n, tell him I’m right,” Liam complained, pulling my attention away from the book I was reading. I look up at them, seeing Juri shaking his head ‘no’ while Liam’s eyes are pleading with me to side with him.

“I think you two can settle this on your own,” I sighed, going back to my book.

“Aren’t you supposed to love me?” Liam groaned, sliding down the chair he was sitting in just to be dramatic. “How can you go against me like that?”

“You’re teammates. Work it out,” I pressed, pointing between the two.

“Alright everyone, it’s official,” Juri starts, looking straight into the camera, “Y/n and Liam are breaking up. Sorry guys.”

“Cool, I’m single now,” I jested, “I’m gonna call Oscar.”

“You better not!” Liam shouted running over to me, grabbing my phone and throwing it to the side.

“Way to go dumbass,” I grumbled, watching my phone shatter against the wall.

“I’ll buy you a new one, just don’t joke about that,” He whispered, pulling me into his chest.

“You know I would never leave you, definitely not with Oscar of all people,” I whispered back, playing with his hair. I decided to tease him even more, “You’ve got hotter friends.”

“Hey you’re messing it up,” He whined as he pulled away to fix his hair. “And I’m gonna pretend I didn't hear you just call my friends hot.”

“You’ll live. Now, finish filming because we are going to get a new phone today,” I said as I pushed him toward Juri.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Ew, don’t ever call me that again.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he responded as he turned away from me, walking to Juri before turning back around to face me once Juri burst out laughing at my glare. “Wait, sorry. Won’t happen again.”

“It better not, Lawson.”

“No, not Lawson,” He whispered with a light chuckle, hanging his head to hide his smile.

“They resorted to your last name,” Juri wheezed but I didn’t hear either of them, “you’re in the doghouse.”

~

I wiped tears away from my eyes from how hard I was laughing, “You guys actually said that? I couldn’t even hear you!”

“Clearly the microphones did,” He laughed at my reaction. “Did you ever end up finishing that book?”

“I don’t think so,” I responded after a second of thinking. “I don’t even remember what book that was, to be honest. I was more focused on my shattered phone.”

“I said I was sorry!” He defended.

“Sorry doesn’t bring back my phone!” I retorted.

“I bought you a new one!”

“But my old one was red. This one is silver,” I complained with a pout.

“There’s a red case on it!”

“Doesn’t mean it’s the same.”

“You are unbelievable,” He rolled his eyes, jokingly before looking straight into the camera, “I can never win.”

“Nope,” I smiled as I popped the ‘p’ and moved to press play on the video, “Now, onto the next clip!”

~

Wet races always gave me anxiety, but they seemed to bring a lot of excitement among the drivers. Originally, it was only expected to rain lightly for the last couple of laps, but that was thrown out the window when the first drops started falling on lap 23 of 28 and the downpour began on lap 26. It felt and looked horrible, yet the stewards did not red-flag the race.

I couldn’t even watch the last laps. Last I checked, Liam was leading with Oscar right behind him, but the rain was making it difficult to see who was winning. It wasn’t until the team started cheering that I was able to let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Juri had an engine problem earlier in the race, so I knew that Liam finished the race safely.

Completely disregarding the torrential downpour, I ran out of the garage toward parc ferme where Liam had just parked his car and jumped out. I didn’t give him much of a chance to regain his surroundings before I jumped into his arms, hiding my face in his neck as I wrapped my legs around his torso and his arms held me close. I couldn’t stop the tears from collecting in my eyes, but no one could tell due to the rain.

“You did amazing, Liam,” I whispered after I pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. “I’m so proud of you.”

“I thought you hated PDA,” he chuckled as he leaned his forehead against mine. “For once, I didn’t initiate this.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

~

“That was our first public kiss,” I laughed, facing Liam who was still leaning on my shoulder. I leaned forward to place a light kiss on his lips then. “Now, I have no problem with kissing you in front of the cameras.”

“You were a lot more shy back then,” He pointed out, moving to kiss all around my face.

“You say that like it was so long ago. It was maybe a year or two ago,” I giggled, pulling away slightly.

“Actually, that clip was almost three years ago now,” one of the team members spoke up, making us remember that we were not alone.

“You’re kidding!” We both exclaimed.

“Wait, that actually makes sense,” Liam says after a moment of thought, “We’ve been together for almost four years now.”

“God, that makes me feel old,” I sighed.

“Old? We’re 21!”

“And your point?”

~

“You should be out celebrating your birthday,” I cried into Liam’s chest as we laid in his hotel bed. Liam had to travel to the Red Bull factory during the off-season for simulator work, and he brought me with him since it was over his birthday weekend. However, a bug had been going around the factory, and I was its latest victim. So much for celebrating his 21st. “You don’t need to take care of me.”

“What if I want to?” He comforted me, rubbing up and down my back in an attempt to calm me down. “Spending the day cuddling with you in bed doesn’t seem too bad.”

“But you’ll get sick,” I complained. “Then Christian will get made cuz you can’t do the simulator, and you’ll be upset cuz you’re a baby when you’re sick-”

“I am not,” He cut me off, offended.

“Are too.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Are too.”

“Are not,” I replied quickly before realizing what he did and immediately backtracked. “No, you can’t do that. My brain is running at 900 ping right now.”

“Nope, you admitted I’m not a baby when I’m sick. Which I’m not,” He pointed out as he pulled back a little to check my fever, feeling no change since the last time he checked. “Why don’t we just chill out and watch a movie?”

“That sounds fun,” I mumbled, moving around to get comfy again as Liam laid back on the pillows. “But you pick the movie, birthday boy.”

“Oh, I was already planning on it,” He chuckled, smoothing out my hair that was all over the place. “I don’t think you’ll last 30 minutes.”

“That’s offensive,” I pouted, burying my face in his chest. I was going to complain more before a yawn cut me off, “Ok, you might be right.”

“Of course I am,” He joked lightly. My eyes were already shutting when he looked down at me, kissing my forehead one last time and pulling me in tighter as I fell asleep. “Sleep well, my love.”

~

“I didn’t even know this was recorded,” I said, eyeing the team that stood behind the camera. Conveniently, none of them made eye contact with me. “Huh, wonder how that happened.”

“You have to admit, we’re pretty cute though,” Liam chuckled.

“I wasn’t saying we weren’t,” I argued back. “We are always cute. I mean have you seen us?”

“I think this is a good place to end the video,” He laughed. “This has been my significant other and I reacting to compilations of us.”

“If you want to see more of me, like, comment, and subscribe,” I plugged. Liam and the crew started laughing as I once again promoted the channel. “Maybe I’ll come back for a part two of this.”

“That would be interesting,” Liam said, pointing at the camera. “Anyways, see you next time!”

“Bye!” We said in sync as we waved to the camera.

~~~~~

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[3rddimension]

Here's a long boy all about the twitch stream angry moment, yes she is really upset at him and he instantly felt bad and got quite. But "yelling at him for two minutes straight" makes it sound more intense but yeah tensions were high for a bit. It's the 07/14/2021 stream (smosh showoff, confessions and meme review) specifically 12 mins from the end so at around 1h44min, I def recommend watching the full clip, Dept of Weird Sounds on YouTube didn't include it in the part 30 compilation but I think it should've been there since they were def dating by that point and it shows that they ultimately know how to deescalate things pretty quickly, stop pushing when the other is hurt and how theyre soft w each other after bickering, otherwise this could've been really bad because they were both hurt lol been wanting to talk about this one for a while but got the feeling that people haven't seen it since no one brings it up lol

They're playing Confessions and she comes up with a confessions and they have to guess whether it's true or false. C's decides her confession is "i regret not realizing my value when I was younger / having low self esteem in the past" and S jokingly goes "oh, fuck off!" and the room busts out in laughter but you can see the rest of cast is unsure whether to laugh or not because C wasn't laughing, so yeah she's scary and they don't wanna upset her aw. She didn't make it a big deal though and only asked him "do you regret that response?" when she saw he was laughing quietly in the back because he realized she wasn't amused.

The tension arises though when they're all unsure what to answer and S goes "I'm gonna be mad if you're gonna say that you don't regret your past becasue that was your journey and stuff" because he feels like that's a copout answer. And she doesn't like his response and almost threateningly (lol) goes "how would you feel about that?" he jokingly replies "I'm gonna be mad" which she ofc sees as condescending, technically she can feel however she wants to about her past and just because its a cliche answer doesn't make it untrue.

She reveals her answer and it's exactly as he predicted, so they lose. She doesn't regret how she felt in the past because it got her here, she yells "fuck you, I regret nothing bitch!" to everyone in the room (S knows her frustration is mainly directed at him and you can see him get flustered and red) then she specifically turns to S and says "and fuck you shayne! I am allowed to believe that" because it hurt her feelings that they were making fun of her potential answer before she said it esp s (her actual bf). But the rest of the "yelling" was really her talking to the room about why she answered that way and laughing about it w Damien, also crew and cast are laughing throughout so it doesn't feel as intense but those two were fighting for sure for a sec there. She was upset so she ignored him for a min as they cooled down and he was upset that she called him out like that in front of everyone and the stream, but very soon after you can see her looking at s through the stream monitor up top (since he was sitting at the top of the set behind her) and when she sees he has a pout on his face, she immediately feels bad, turns and says to him: "are you mad?", also because probably people in the chat were pointing out S is mad/embarassed. Anyway i love how as soon as she extended an olive branch to make peace he immediately is okay and laughingly explains why he thought she would answer differently and she understands that he wasn't trying to make fun of her and all is resolved, they go back to making each other laugh and be adorable for the rest of this very fun stream. Made me realize that's probably how they are, they get quiet when upset even after blowing up and then slowly reach out to apologize and they don't seem to hold the grudge for the rest of the stream, in fact they go out of their way to make each other laugh almost as a hidden "I'm sorry, I hated what just happened" in a way and that's so soft of them

HOLY SMOKE this is the most describe one out of all. lmao Here's also another one that anon sent in:

Omg the Confessions stream, tensions were high for a bit, but I love how after the bickering and before they made up, when C wins the game S is still the first to clap for her ever though he's livid and pouty. And you can see her briefly glance behind to see if he's clapping to check how upset he is lol And then for the rest of the last 10 mins of stream it's just them geving each other attention and making one another laugh

Just finished watching that part and I think it's not that bad like what another anon said at all. There's some tension behind it but they masking it like a lot.

[gamerdog1]

Another Anime Review

There’s some series that, over the years, you hear about from other people in the anime fandom at large. Usually its just about the overall series, and people will tell you to not look it up, just to start it. You just kinda have to take their word for it. Then there’s others, where its the events of the series are what people talk about. Some pieces of media have a moment so iconic, that they’ll tell you about it first, then what the series is about afterwards. Scenes like those are often cut up and put into YouTube compilations, titled things like ‘Top 10 WTF Moments in Anime, Part 3′. Those clips often stick in the mind for years, waiting for their chance to be rediscovered and understood in full context. This just so happens to be the case with this month’s Anime Exchange assignment, a 12 episode series simply titled Another. 

Another, based on the manga by Yukito Ayatsuji, is a supernatural mystery series that follows Kouichi Sakakibara, a teenage boy who is a transfer student at a small town high-school. Upon arrival, he discovers a mysterious girl with an eyepatch who nobody acknowledges, and learns about the mysterious ‘Calamity’ that seems to befall the third 9th grade class every year. One by one, students and their families die mysteriously, and its up to Sakakibara and the mysterious girl to figure out why. 

Series like these are usually out of my usual range, but I found that I was pleasantly surprised with what was offered. I was immediately grabbed by the sense of mystery and dread steeped into every frame of this series. The visuals are muted, with even bright sunny days lacking their typical shine and luster. This, combined with the resting gloomy faces that every character had, really set the tone for the entire series from the get-go. Wherever scenes took place, the series maintained this depressing atmosphere, something which is quite impressive given that it attempts the time-honored anime tradition of a beach day episode in the second half of the series. 

However, what made itself apparent just as quickly as it’s tone was this series’ love for lore-dumping. In the very first episode, we see Sakakibara recovering from a collapsed lung in the hospital, where he meets three students from the high-school that he is transferring to. Their full names and titles are thrown at the viewer so fast, it’s quite difficult to process. This is something that, unfortunately, happens quite a lot in this series, as it needs audiences to be familiarized with the entire class before it can start killing them off. I found myself remembering characters by a key characteristic of them, not their names or titles (’Glasses Girl’, ‘Pigtails’, ‘Carsick’, etc), which lead to confusion whenever they were brought up in an important conversation.

This problem is only compounded when the series starts playing with names to keep up the mystery. In the earlier episodes, Sakakibara discovers that years ago, a student named Misaki died in the third 9th grade class, an event which started what is known as the ‘Calamity’. What makes things complicated is that there is revealed to be two other Misaki’s in the series: one who died in the hospital on the night that Sakakibara was discharged, and the other who is the mysterious eyepatch girl. Everyone in the series refers to all three of these characters as ‘Misaki’, so good luck figuring out which one they’re referring to, unless you were really paying attention, or have already seen it. 

The main Misaki herself (or as I call her, Eyepatch Misaki) is really not much of a character at all, which is quite disappointing. Her role in the story as a whole makes sense, being the creepy goth girl who everyone is fine pretending doesn’t exist to try and stop the Calamity. However, beyond that, she really doesn’t do much. For someone who gets nearly as much screen time as the main character, and could be considered a deuteragonist, Eyepatch Misaki does little to progress the plot. Most scenes she is in, she simply gives vague hints about the mystery, follows Sakakibara from place to place, and hardly shows any emotions. She could be replaced with a stuffed animal and she’d still have about the same level of agency or importance. 

What makes this all the more disappointing is that the series has enough time to develop many other characters in it’s 12 episodes, yet excludes Eyepatch Misaki from this in order to keep up her air of mystery. Characters like Akazawa, the Head of Countermeasures, are given full and satisfying arcs, yet Eyepatch Misaki remains as she was in the very first episode until the end. In a series whose main cast is a classroom of students, screen time and character development is precious. Every character is fighting to be the one that audiences latch onto, to be the the one who people remember the most, or whose death hits them the hardest. What baffles me is that the most important one (aside from Sakakibara), the one who is on every poster or cover of this series, is little beyond a macguffin or, to borrow a phrase, an eyepatch-wearing lamp. 

What saves this series from being just another creepy high-school mystery series is its brutality. I wouldn’t consider myself a gore aficionado, but when I learned that this is the series that the infamous ‘Umbrella Girl’ clip came from, I was immediately excited. That one clip is just a taste of the bizarre and sometimes downright cruel deaths in this series, as one by one, the students of the third Grade 9 class succumb to The Calamity. The deaths in this series are also pretty creative, and prey on common fears that anyone might have in the back of their mind. Combine the fear of falling down the stairs with the old ‘Don’t run with sharp things!’ adage, and you get something so perfect and brutal that you won’t be forgetting anytime soon.

The best thing that I could compare this series to would be the Final Destination films. The comparisons to Final Destination are pretty easy to see; a group of teenagers do something to anger Death itself, and are picked off one by one in highly improbable ways to atone for that. However, I would say that this series is less stomach-churning than those films, as the characters’ bodies still stay mostly intact even after death. This might have been a budgeting decision from the studio, but if it allows me to eat my homemade guacamole while watching, I’ll say that’s a plus.

Another is a series that really made the most of it’s short episode run, albeit by rushing here and there. The visuals are good (though I wish they’d stop putting the highlights of hair in the shadows...), and the story is pretty engaging, such that I found myself trying to work out the mystery on my own between watching sessions. However, the series also has a penchant for dumping lore on the viewer, bombarding them with names and dates that it refuses to help the viewer process. This is a series best watched with a pen and notepad in hand, so you can write down all the information characters drop before its too late. 

As well, I wish this series had spent some more time developing and fleshing out it’s second main character, Eyepatch Misaki. She really had the potential to be cool, especially with the mystery behind her second eye and the doll shop, but she was often pushed aside in favor of side characters. Perhaps she is more developed in the manga, but who knows when or if I’ll get to that. 

7/10

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[imreddietrash]

Fack Fic

Summary: The years of Finn Wolfhard's life has quickly passed by since his rise to fame. Of course Finn values the new friends he made on the different sets he'd worked on since IT. But watching a certain old friend drift away, and towards someone new, hurt more than he could ever imagine.

Setting is the Stranger Things Season 4 premiere party. Jack Dylan Grazer x Finn Wolfhard fic. kinda angsty, but with a hopeful ending.

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Finn's smile dropped when he saw Jack make his way across the room. He was older than he last saw him--taller, but still shorter than Finn. Jack's curly hair brushed over his brown eyes, and his large yellow sweater practically swallowed his torso. Finn couldn't hear what Jack was trying to tell him over the loud music, and when Jack noticed this, what he did next made Finn's heart fall to his stomach. Jack stood on his tip toes and leaned into Finn's neck, balancing himself with a soft grip on the actor's shoulders.

It'd been a long time since they spent time together. It'd been even longer since Jack's lips brushed against his ear, like when they would joke and whisper to each other openly during their interviews for IT. He looked down at Jack in a trance, mesmerized by his charming smile and adorable laugh. He was happy to see that smile, and hear that laugh he missed.

Finn leaned down to continue the conversation with Jack, trying to get past the awkward, "Hey, it's nice to see you again! What have you been up to?" phase of their interaction. How strange was it that the person he felt closest to during their big break as kids was now a borderline stranger. While it was never a bore talking to Jack, moments of silence between them was a new reality he'd faced in the few times they had to catch up now as adults.

He couldn't lie and say that he didn't know what was going on with Jack. Sometimes it was easier to scroll through social media and interviews to catch up compared to finding the time to talk when they don't even work together anymore. What bothered--or, not bothered, but interested Finn, was Jack's relationship with Asher.

Finn remembered the time where he had been online, scrolling on his phone in bed and reminiscing his old work and friends. Dumb videos with his old youtuber friends made him smile just the same as when he was younger, and the endearing, silly videos he made with the rest of the IT cast made his stomach hurt with how hard it made him laugh.

A dumb video was recommended to him on the sidebar: "Fack moments <3." God did he remember the Fack drama. It was the first time he even heard of "shipping," and it just had to be with the first boy who made him question his sexuality, even if just the slightest bit. The website autoplayed the video, and Finn was immediately met with the sight of an interview where he kept leaning on and massaging Jack's back. He remembered that interview, how it felt like he couldn't get his hands off of Jack. He also quickly remembered Wyatt trying to not-so-subtly push his hands off of Jack. Finn's eyes widened at the screen. Was it really that obvious? Was he that transparent?

In the next clips of a mini-compilation showing all the times Jack tried to kiss him, he felt a strange stir in his stomach when he kept seeing his younger self reject his friend's advances. Maybe it was fear, or maybe it was the hurt of wondering if Jack were to ever really kiss him, it'd just be a joke.

But now...now Jack was out of the closet. He's more mature, the both of them are grown now. Finn remembered the different times Jack came out on instagram, his hesitant announcing that he's bisexual on his lives. He also took a glance at the interview Jack did discussing his sexuality, and even his gender.

A different video queued next on Youtube's autoplay made Finn push his comforter off his body and sit up against his headboard. "What the fuck?"

He furrowed his brows, his eyes honing in on his phone's screen. "Jasher." Jack and Asher...were they close now?

What does it even matter?

Finn inwardly scolded himself. Of course Jack would have new friends now, it only made sense. The both of them had new friends, new castmates, new lives.

On his screen, Jack giggled into Asher's shoulder in one shot before a new clip played, with him jumping into Asher's arms bridal style. Finn's eyes widened, the boy taken aback by the sight.

For some reason, the more the video played the angrier Finn felt.

"Filming Shazam, working with Asher, it was seriously the best months of my entire life." Jack's voice chirped through his phone's speaker.

The best of his life?

What bothered Finn was how similar Jack's interactions with Asher looked to their own when they were kids. But it's different with them--they're adults. Jack's out of the closet.

They actually have a chance to...

Finn shook his head, rolling his eyes. This was dumb of him to even worry about when he had to be on set in the morning. But he just kept digging, more and more. Reading the comments, Finn felt his blood boil.

JasherBeliever:

"Oh they definitely fucked before."

XOzynon:

"Literally we are all that interviewer just calling them adorable the whole time."

MumfinLin:

"LMAOO JACK PLEASE BEHAVE!"

Shay-zam:

"Poor Jack is flirting with all his being just for Asher to say they're like brothers."

Finn scoffed. So it wasn't a big deal after all--because Asher wouldn't say something like him and Jack being like brothers unless he meant it, right?

He recalled the Fack drama when they were young. He definitely was uncomfortable with it, but to an extent, occassionally indulged in the fantasy. He at first did it as a joke, but knew he was in too deep when he had the audacity to admit he read Fack fanfiction during a group Stranger Things interview. God, how embarrassing it was to set himself up like that--the memory of his castmates side-eyeing him as he explained the concepts of shipping, and all while admitting he reads fanfiction of himself with his old friend? What was he thinking? The answer is: he wasn't. He wasn't thinking at all, and he just talked and talked like the Trashmouth he played in IT.

Maybe it was the push and pull that made them drift apart. The confusing line between young friends that kept being drawn and kicked away every time they indulged in the shipping one second, and vehemently denied it in the other.

Growing old was tough. Maybe in a different life, they worked together when they were older, and more comfortable in their own skin. Maybe then, Jack would have jumped into Finn's arms. Claimed that the best time in his life was with Finn, and not Asher.

Too many what-ifs ran through his head, and while Jack was finally right there, right in front of him, he was still tongue-tied. More now than ever.

Jack was talking...oh shit, Jack was talking, and Finn was just staring down at him like a fish out of water.

"What did you say?" Finn leaned down and asked loudly in Jack's ear.

Jack rolled his eyes, leaning up on his tip toes again. "Can we talk somewhere more private?"

Finn nodded, and stood straight to look over the party's crowd. He tried to act casually when he grabbed Jack's hand and led him through the crowd, and not like his heart was about to beat out of his chest any second now. God, why did Jack wear such a dumb and cute sweater? Wasn't he hot? Finn definitely felt hot. The room was way. too. hot.

Finally reaching the balcony, Finn closed the sliding glass doors behind Jack and breathed in the much-needed night air.

"Hey Finn?"

"Yeah-- yeah?" Finn stammered without looking back at Jack, leaning onto the railings with a tight grip. "Sorry just, give me a second."

Jack sighed behind him, and shuffled to lean against the railing next to Finn. "I'm really proud of you, Finn."

Finn looked up from his view of the skyline, and was suddenly hyper-aware of the city lights shining in Jack's eyes. "Yeah?"

Jack gave a small smile, and playfully knocked his shoulder against Finn's. "Duh, dummy. You're crazy talented." He complimented with a soft chuckle.

"Thanks, you too," Finn breathily responded with a dopey smile, looking down bashfully. "So, how's work been for you?"

"You know, same old same old" Jack picked at his sweater sleeves before pulling them over his hands and crossing his arms, shivering from the breeze. "Shazam's been taking up my time but, i'm trying to book a live action Disney movie."

"Nice, nice." Finn nodded, sucking at his teeth awkwardly. "How's Asher?"

Fuck. Fuck. What kind of question was that? What if Jack asked, how's Milly? How's Noah? Wouldn't that be strange? So why did Finn have to ask--

"Asher?" Jack furrowed his brows and chuckled. "He's fine. We're finally getting some sleep now that we're done shooting, that's for sure."

"I know what you mean," Finn nodded, his spindly fingers pushing back his curls that kept getting tossed from the wind. "So you two are close?"

"I guess you can say that, yeah," Jack smiled, turning to face the city lights again as he continued to lean on the railing. "You know they're calling us Jasher now?"

Finn laughed as if it was his first time ever hearing this, and not like he knew about the ship for months now.

"Jasher has to be the dumbest thing I've ever heard." Finn joked.

"More than Fack?" Jack scoffed, side-eyeing Finn.

Finn bit his tongue, his laughter caught in his throat. "Uh, yeah that was pretty dumb, huh?"

Jack giggled, "I guess, but I was talking about the name. Fack sounded so weird, it was hard not to make fun of at the time."

"I don't know, Jasher sounds weirder if you asked me..." Finn half-joked.

"Whatever," Jack knocked his shoulder against Finn's again, pulling his sleeves over his hands tighter.

"Are you cold?" Finn asked, looking down at his old friend with concern.

"No man, I'm fine," Jack waved off, shaking his head.

"Here," Finn started to pull the sleeves off his suit.

"Finn, stop," Jack laughed, looking down as he pushed at Finn's chest. "You're still so corny." Jack joked.

"Just take it," Finn pushed the suit jacket to Jack.

"No," Jack pushed back.

"Jack--"

"Finn. I'm good." Jack said sternly, huffing as he leaned down on the railing again.

"Sorry I..." Finn awkwardly stood, shifting his balance between his feet that were definitely sore from the shitty dress shoes he had to wear. "Sorry man." He cleared his throat, leaning on the balcony's railing with Jack.

"No, it's fine--"

"Jack?"

Finn and Jack turned around to see Asher standing at the sliding door, peeking his head out. "Oh, hey Finn! It's nice seeing ya." Asher gave a sweet smile. Finn silently nodded, smiling back and pushing his cold hands into his pockets.

"Asher, what's up?" Jack turn to lean his back against the railing, now facing his new castmate.

"Aren't you cold? Come on, they're playing your favorite song."

Jack's gaze darted between Finn and Asher, before landing on Finn. "Sorry, I'm gonna head back in." Jack apologized to Finn, looking up with his big brown eyes that had Finn ready to risk it all.

Finn nodded with a tight smile, "No worries. It was nice catching up."

"Yeah," Jack nodded back with an equally tight smile. "We should do it again sometime. You know, if you actually have the time to, bigshot." He chuckled.

Finn stared at Jack's retreating figure, his eyes focused on Asher's hand low on Jack's back as he led him back inside to the party. Jack shivering and playfully hunching into Asher's chest left a bitter feeling in Finn.

Finn pushed his tongue against his cheek in annoyance, staring down at his jacket still held in one hand. Stupid.

He felt..well, did it really matter? If they were back to square one, what difference did that make? Besides, he already talked to Jack. It was over and done with, he didn't have to talk to him anymore for the night. And, there was still so many other people who'd been trying to get his attention! Here he was, wasting his time on what-ifs when he should be networking.

And so, Finn worked. He worked, and worked, and worked. It didn't feel like a party after his conversation with Jack, it felt like an endless amount of interviews with people he half-knew. He hovered around his castmastes towards the end of the night, and looked down and away from Jack and Asher laughing at each other's (probably dumb) jokes in the corner of the room.

It was when Asher managed to make Jack cackle loud enough for him to hear it from across the room, and over the ridiculously loud music, when he decided to take a stand. He pushed through the crowd, and made a beeline towards Jack. "Hey."

Jack squinted up at Finn as he tried to catch his breath, blinking tears out of his eyes, "H-hey. Sorry, Asher just was--" Jack interrupted himself with more laughter, hunching over. Asher laughed with him, and Finn continued to stand there as if he wasn't clearly a third-wheel.

"You play guitar, right?" Finn leaned down and asked in Jack's ear, pretending not to notice Asher trying to lean in and hear what he said to Jack.

"Yeah? Why?" Jack furrowed his brows, his smile from earlier still lingering.

Finn glanced at Asher, trying his best not to roll his eyes when he tried to lean in again to hear their conversation. Finn leaned in closer, allowing his lips to brush against Jack's ear with every word he spoke. "You still have my number, right? You should do a jam session with the band sometime."

Jack's smile dropped when he felt Finn stand so close, closer than he had in years. He almost felt dirty being this close with Asher being right there. While he and Asher were just friends, Jack couldn't lie to himself and act like nothing was there. He didn't put in years of hard work flirting with Asher for nothing, but why was he suddenly ready to risk it all now that Finn was finally here with him again? He missed Finn. He missed him.

Jack nodded, and leaned into Finn's neck to respond with a yes. He knew that he could have just kept his response at a nod, but Jack wanted to savor the close proximity to Finn.

Finn smiled down at him, and all of a sudden, they were the only two in the room. Jack tried his best to beat his feelings the fuck out of his heart, not ready for the hurt of the two of them inevitably distancing again. Asher was nice. He was perfect. But, he was also a work-in-progress. Jack knew how obvious his crush on Asher from the past few years must've been, to seemingly everyone except for Asher. If he was in the same position with Asher as he was with Finn when they worked together, what was the harm in rekindling his old friendship?

Jack ignored Asher's change in mood after Finn gave him a tight hug, gripping around his waist and whispering a goodbye in his ear. He just hoped that Asher didn't notice the kiss Finn finally reciprocated and left on Jack's jaw before he left.

An old flame leading to new beginnings was exactly what both Finn and Jack craved, and they were ready to put in the work to do so.

If Asher had a problem, he'd just have to step up before Finn would.

#fack #reddie #jasher #jack dylan grazer #finn wolfhard #asher angel #shazam #it 2017 #fanfiction #my fic #reddie fanfiction #fack fanfiction #jasher fanfiction #fury of the gods

[adultswim2021]

Tim & Eric Nite Live #10: “Chocolate Episode” | February 19, 2008 | S01E10

In private, I posited that this might be one of the weakest episodes of the show just by virtue of the fact that it’s a format breaker. I was wrong. It’s just strong in a different way. 

This one begins with a big finale: the cast are covered in chocolate to various degrees, and singing a spirited song about loving Chocolate. Yo La Tengo is there, and closing credits roll. It’s possible that people tuning in live were genuinely confused by this, and thought they somehow missed the actual episode. 

Jon Mugar comes out and announces that the episode has wrapped, and they begin setting up for a post-show writer’s meeting. There’s also static cameras set up in a green room area where Tim and other cast members are cleaning chocolate off themselves. Eric is bugging Tim about paying him $30 for a Lakers ticket, which Tim is, perhaps rightfully, being combative over because it was supposedly a comp ticket that Eric procured. All the cameras are fixed, and it’s immediately clear that we’re watching something that’s not supposed to go out over the air.

I mean, obviously Tim and Eric aren’t REALLY accidentally letting themselves be filmed. They are playing with the same conventions of television that Garry Shandling played with for The Larry Sanders Show. But it’s just uncanny enough to make you wonder if somebody (like an audience member, or maybe certain people on camera) are being tricked.

What happens is a fairly mundane but subtly hilarious “writer’s meeting” involving Tim, Eric, and their cast of misfits. The humor is in the details; Eric is given a cake for his birthday which already has a slice cut out of it. The participants at the writer’s table all bang their heads against the wall trying to come up with a suitable idea for their upcoming “Leap Year” themed show. DJ Douggpound wants Tim and Eric to dress like frogs, speak in subtitled croaks, and lay eggs. Dunn suggests a Princess and the Frog kinda thing and really likes the idea of having both Tanese Gray and Gabby come back for it. Quall suggests that somebody dress like an astronaut and use the phrase “a giant LEAP for Mankind”. 

Things take more of a turn sideways when Eric presents a Youtube clip of Gorillas hanging out as an ersatz Carson-esque animal segment. Tim reams him out for it, bruising Eric’s ego. DLH rehearses his leap year song while Eric gets up from the table bitch about Tim to Jon Mugar who’s standing off to the side. Tim and Eric’s relationship is beginning to erode in front of our very eyes. 

Bob Odenkirk shows up and takes the boys to task for their unprofessional show via a compilation of technical failures. He admits that he thought they were trying to make a bad show on purpose: “I found out from you that you were trying to do a good job”. Bob continues to chastise the cast, and DLH eventually leaves the table. He almost seems like he’s taking Bob’s criticisms a little too personally, though he does a glad-handing laugh at DLH’s ad-lib of “I’m the only chocolate one here!” in reference to the fictional show that took place. Bob similarly props up Quall’s line “I’ll be in the museum with all the other dinosaurs”, and indirectly compliments him by having the parallel thought of the astronaut “Giant Leap” bit.  

Tim loses his temper with Eric for fucking around in the clips Bob shows, and they eventually blow up at one another, devolving into a cake throwing fight. “I’m going to go out the back door because he’s going to fucking jump me again” Tim complains. As people scatter, we cut to color bars. That’s the end! 

This is a terrific episode, and they pull off the near impossible task of improvised, realistic performance with some wild card outsiders. Tim would later do a similar thing with The Trial, a season of On Cinema that consists of fixed-camera court-room footage of his character’s manslaughter trial. That, from what I can gather, was pulled off with the cooperation of professional actors who probably specialize in mock trials. This is MUCH shorter, but almost more impressive because it’s pulled off with non-professional and seemingly presented live. It could have been pre-taped for all I know, but there’s no obvious edits. Along with The Trial, it’s one of the pieces I’m most curious about in Tim and Eric’s oeuvre.

Man, I would pay handsomely for a complete Nite Live watchalong. I really would!

MAIL BAG

as for "microwaving animals" go I feel like Newgrounds was a big source of that kind of a humor. You could microwave any animal on that site, even the olsen twins.

I’ve been wrong about a lot of things, but I’m very glad that I was never a Newgrounds devotee.

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #tim and eric nite live

[landinoandco]

Our Love is a Game

Lando Norris x Reader

Request from @jamieeboulos

Warnings: pinch of fluff, cute ending because they are the best

Word count: 2.7 k

Requests are open :)

It all started with a phone number, an innocent exchange that would subsequently change the world you knew; mostly for the better. When you had met Lando, as far as you were concerned you had just met a 21 year old who lived in London and had a passion for cars. How wrong you were. It was only when things started to get serious that he sat you down and explained everything that came with being a formula one driver; more importantly the fandom that he was involved in. 

You had always been a private person and admittedly this piece of information almost broke your relationship but after some time to think you had decided that he was worth it all. You both decided it was a better idea to keep your relationship as quiet as possible - you took every precaution to make sure you stayed a stranger to the fans.

For the past 2 years, you thought you had managed to stay clear of the cameras, the photos and the twitch streams but it wasn’t until a fan-made compilation caused your world to spiral out of control. 

You and Lando were out for a run, it was a part of your morning routine - a great way to start the day and it was time that you two could escape the motor sport world and act like a normal couple without worrying about who might be watching. It was time you both valued and appreciated. On this particular morning, Lando had decided to add to his Instagram story, a short video of his morning adventures - the mist still hanging around the trees as you ran under a heavily graffitied bridge, the early birds song chirping animatedly. At the time you didn’t think much of it as you were too busy tying your hair back up to notice. 

It wasn’t until you got home and looked at his story that your heart stopped, rushing over to the kitchen island you placed your phone down and ran your fingers through your hair. It was a blink and you’ll miss it moment but in the corner of his video - the last millisecond before it ended - there was a flash of a purple top (the purple top you had been wearing) and a swish of brown hair as you chucked it back up into a ponytail. 

“Lando.” You called out, trying to keep your voice as calm as you could. You didn’t know why it had affected you so much - or why you were so desperate to keep your identity a secret. It wasn’t like you wanted to hide your relationship; you were the happiest you ever had been, everyday was exciting and offered new prospects - it was more that you were so used to being in this bubble with Lando, the idea of it bursting seemed rather unappealing. Usually you didn’t care for how others saw you but seeing some of the words that people used to describe him, it would be enough to trouble even the thickest of skins. 

Lando’s close proximity broke your thoughts as he stared down at your phone, pausing on the flash of brown and purple. “I am so sorry, love.” He almost whispered, his eyes widening at his carelessness. He picked your phone up to take a closer look. 

“It will be alright, won’t it? I mean, it’s a blink and you’ll miss it.” You had said, more to reassure yourself than Lando. He didn’t answer, anxiety building in the pit of his stomach because he knew exactly what he had started. 

The fan-made compilation didn’t go viral until a few hours later - as it turns out that flash of purple was the perfect cherry on top of an unappetising cake. Lando was sat on stream - not that this was out of the ordinary and Max had decided to join him, leaving you alone to rewatch Friends for the umpteenth time. 

The pair were sat reacting to videos on YouTube when a clip of a seal swimming into a shoal of fish started playing - the amusing part was that they kept quickly dispersing away from the seal in question. Unsurprisingly, they laughed and Lando spluttered: “This is me trying to find a girlfriend.” What the fans didn’t know was the apparent irony of that sentence and this was what caused the major meltdown; whilst Lando and Max were busy crying with laughter - that chat had filled up with the same link and references to the video you would be redirected through. 

Max was the first to stop laughing, tapping Lando on the shoulder as he pointed at the chat. Hundreds of the same message filled the screen: “That’s not what this compilation shows.” “Lando, what are you hiding from us?” “Lando and Max laughing knowing very well he has a girlfriend.” 

“Chat what on earth are you waffling on about.” Max chuckled uneasily, looking at Lando out of the corner of his eye. Lando sat with a forced smile, his nostrils flaring as he continued through the comments. He could only let out a tense laugh as he swallowed thickly - his throat feeling suddenly dry. You were still sitting, completely engrossed and unaware that Lando Norris was now trending on twitter. 

Max had come up with an excuse to end the stream not long after, Lando uncharacteristically quiet. His thoughts were with you in the other room, had you seen it? Did you know? How would you react? He felt as though he had lost all control, like he had failed you entirely - all he wanted to do was protect you yet he was the one to screw it up. 

“Hey,” Max nudged his shoulder, “It was bound to happen at some point. Let’s go and see if she’s seen it - if not then -” He took a deep breath, “We will watch it together. We need to know what we are working with here.” Lando nodded, unable to reply, his body went into automatic pilot mode and too quickly he was standing facing you. 

Pausing the tv, you looked at Lando - his jaw tightened and facial expressions set as though he had just seen a ghost. “Is everything ok?” You asked apprehensively. 

“There’s something you need to see.” Max reached for his phone, pushing Lando onto the sofa. You offered your arm to Lando, pulling him into a hug. Max pulled up the video and pressed play. A tense atmosphere held the room hostage - breath restricted and gazes fixed onto the tiny screen in front of you. 

It started with a clip from this year’s Goodwood - Lando preparing to drive his last hill climb - you remembered it well, a McLaren hat placed on your head mainly to cover your identity; knowing that there would be more than a few fans around. The clip moved to 3 separate stills - all of you in your McLaren hat. One with your back to the camera, you hand placed around Lando’s waist, the other two a side profile as you spoke to Max. 

The reaction was immediate, you slapped your hand to your mouth, Lando looked horror-struck and Max was watching you carefully. 

The video moved on, this time a clip from the quadrant video where Niran trains like Lando for 24 hours - Lando and Niran were in the kitchen preparing to eat their breakfast when once again the video moved to stills. This time they were of your reflection in the oven - holding the camera. You had thought at the time, if you were behind the camera it would stop every chance of you accidentally being caught on camera. Apparently not. 

The video had moved on again, this time to stills of Lando arriving on track - of course there was no way for you to get on track without being photographed and you were fine with that because you would just arrive after Lando either with Jon or Charlotte. Photos of you arriving with Jon and Charlotte flashed up - with them you were just another member of staff but put with those other stills and it really did yell out that you and Lando were romantically involved. Finally the flash of purple from Lando’s story. The game was up. 

“Oh my-” You stuttered as the video came to an end. Fortunately your Instagram hadn’t been shown but judged by how skilled you knew the fans to be - it would only be a matter of time. “I feel sick.” You admitted, wiping your hands across your face. Lando still hadn’t said a word, staring blankly at the floor. Max was the first to come up with something logical, turning to you and Lando. 

“It will blow over.” He started, “The fans will soon lose interest and move onto the next big headline. We just need to ignore anything we see regarding the subject.” He moved his attention to you. “Maybe avoid social media for a few days. Let everyone cool down -” Sensing your means to interrupt, he held his hand up. “I know you shouldn’t have to and I know none of this is fair but unfortunately people have no boundaries and believe because it’s on social media it is their business. If they were in our situation, I’m pretty sure they would be the first to complain. Let’s just go along with it for now. It will give you time to think about what to do next.” 

Lando cleared his throat, pulling you closer into him. “I’ve failed you. All I wanted to do was protect you.” At this, Max got up and left. 

Shaking your head, you pressed your lips to his forehead. “You could never. Think about how long we kept it secret for. Besides, until we announce or admit anything - it isn’t confirmed.” You offered, trying to soothe his worries. He nodded, still not convinced. 

“Our love is like a game and it’s not a game I enjoy playing.” He croaked, lacing your fingers together. 

“I know, Lando, I know. Let’s let everything calm down and then we can think about what our next step is.” 

Weeks later and it was the night before you were due to leave for your summer holiday. You would be spending it with Lando and some of his friends and family. Due to the current pandemic, it had been so long since you had been away - even if it was a bigger group of you going; you were still looking forward to spending that quality time with Lando. 

Max had decided to take himself and Tom off to the streaming room - leaving you and Lando to sort out the remaining items you needed for your time away. 

“I have a present for you.” He said suddenly, his hands behind his back. You beamed, taking a step closer to him. He shook his head, “If you want it - “ He pointed at his lips. 

Rolling your eyes, you pecked his lips then held out your hands like a child. Lando chuckled, “Close your eyes.” Hands still outstretched and eyes closed, you waited for Lando to present you with your surprise. He grasped your left wrist and attached something to it - “No peeking.” He added. A moment or two later, he dropped his hold of your wrist and said: “You can open them now.” You could hear the smile on his lips. You opened your eyes and looked straight to your wrist - he had given you a pink watch. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked up at him, his eyes twinkled as he then pointed to the orange watch on his wrist. 

“Watches?” You asked, confusion laced your tone. 

Nodding, he said, “We all have matching watches but in different colours - they are for our holiday away.” 

You gave him a lopsided grin and wrapped your arms around his neck, “I love it. Thank you.” 

In the streaming room, Max was having to ignore the majority of the comments because they were all asking the same thing: “Who was the girl from the compilation.” He was trying his hardest to keep moving off the topic, instead showing off the watches - it had been his idea, blue for him, orange for Lando, a child’s watch for Tom and a pink watch for you. He had listed off all of the colours and said who they belonged to: “And then pink-” He paused, mentally face palming. He looked over to Tom for assistance - he hadn’t meant to say pink at all. “And pink is for someone.” He cursed his poor excuse but as if by magic - Lando walked through the door. 

Distracting the stream from his slip up. 

Croatia was a dream come true, the hot summer sun on your back and the time to just relax and recharge. Days spent with Lando sunbathing on the boat or stuck in a tense game of Uno. Not being the only female was brilliant as well - as they got to go off and not feel guilty about leaving you on your own. 

Currently, you and Lando were standing in each other's arms - the afternoon drawing into the evening as the sun began to set. You had your arms around his neck and his arms were around your waist, sighing contentedly you broke the silence: “This is nice.” He pressed his lips into your hair, a sign that he agreed with your statement. In that moment, it was just you and him - everyone seemed to disappear from around you and all worries vanished. It was the simple yet affectionate moments that had always meant the most to you. You felt as though you could relax every muscle in your body, listening to his steady heartbeat - you wished for this moment to never end, to forever be in his arms and to not worry about who sees you there. 

Ever since that compilation had been made, the thought had been on your mind a lot. Were you ready to go public with Lando? At the end of the day you were both happy and surely that was the most important thing. 

Later that night, you were sitting eating your meal when a phone was handed to you, displayed on it was a picture of you and Lando - in each other’s arms. 

Instantly you knew what this meant, looking at Lando you were met with the same expression. He did as well. 

You and Lando had decided it was time to announce your relationship, there was no point sneaking around anymore if people knew and were looking out for you. You had agreed that the best way to do it was if you joined him in a stream, that way they got to know you a bit more for who you were. 

“Is it ok to feel as nervous as I am?” You asked him, pulling up a chair beside him. He was setting up the stream, two mugs of tea placed in front of you. It seemed completely unnatural to sit facing the camera. 

“I mean, this is kind of a big deal so yes I would say, it’s completely natural for you to feel nervous.” He reached for your hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it. Nodding, you took a deep breath. 

“Ok. I’m ready.” You said, your heart beating at a million miles an hour. The corners of his lips turned up, leaning in to leave you a kiss on the lips. 

“I love you and I’m so proud of you.” He admitted quietly, as though you were the only person in the world, his eyes flickered with complete adoration. 

“I love you too. Now, shall we start it?” 

Lando went to press the start stream button but paused. He turned back to face you, his eyes wide and offered an apologetic smile. 

“What did you do?” You asked, a smile toying at your lips as you had an idea of what it might have been. 

“Stream, meet my girlfriend.” 

He had already started it...

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[turtle-to-eternity]

What It's Like to Have Unmedicated ADHD

A little over 2 weeks without my stimulant is going to be rough. But with this last pill, I'm going to describe to you exactly what it's like to be unmedicated with this disorder.

Here is my average day unmedicated, typical of the past 24 years of my life:

I get up an hour late (way better than yesterday!) and sit dehydrated with a painfully dry mouth and a pounding headache for hours. Occasionally I'll glance at my empty water mug and think about how I could refill it by walking 10 feet to the fridge. Even with a full mug, I frequently forget to drink water. Just grabbing the mug and drinking more than a couple seconds is too much, for most times that I even remember it.

As I'm doing this, I stare at the icons on my desktop. I think about how I used to have fun playing Stellaris. Though I can't remember why I stopped, setting everything up to play it again sounds useless and impossible. I go through these thoughts for 10 other games I used to enjoy, before I go to Reddit.

I browse Reddit for a couple hours, opening a new tab for every comment section because I can't stand just looking at one thing at a time. I go through gifs and pictures so rapidly that I don't really absorb any of it. Occasionally, I'll actually start reading something in the comment section. Most times this happens, I'll close the tab while I'm still reading through it, as if my hand had an attention span of its own and I so rudely exceeded it. This might frustrate me enough that I'll open that comment section back up, and then immediately forget why I did, so I close it again.

Then it's time for thinking about the basic self-care I'm supposed to do. About how it's been 3 hours since I've woken up and I've accomplished nothing. I think about how I could just get up and do my stretches so easily. About how if I went to the bathroom and started now, I could bathe and brush my teeth and shave without skipping stuff due to the pressure of getting to work on time. Then, I get on Youtube.

I see some 15 minute video compilation for a game I enjoy, from a creator I enjoy. Maybe it even promises some information I actually care to know. I open a new tab for it, and 7 others for 30 second meme videos I don't care about. Hey, they're so short there's no reason NOT to watch them, right? They're about anime and movies that I've never watched, but I go through them all anyway as if I enjoy it. The fast-paced nature of them is probably the only reason I bother. I open even more of them from recommendations, and continue this for the rest of my pre-work time. By the time I finally stop, my recommendations are full of references to countless pieces of media I have never, and probably will never, consume.

I finally get back to that 15 minute video I actually wanted to watch, but there's no time for it now. I have at most 20 minutes to wash myself and get dressed before I leave. I stress about how I'm about to go to work still dehydrated, and I forgot to brush my teeth for the 4th day in a row, and I haven't clipped my fingernails, and I'm going to have to buy yet another $1 stick of deodorant because I forgot to use any before I rushed outside.

Once at work, I remember I didn't get anything to drink still. I end up having to buy massively overpriced water from the registers, because buying a whole case would look weird and people might comment on it. I realize after walking across the store that my hair looks insane. Nobody said anything to me, probably because I looked at my phone to avoid looking at anyone. Even still, I felt their disdain for me. I don't disagree with it.

For my whole shift, I majorly stress myself out. I get absorbed in one of 2 different kinds of daydreams;

In one kind, I'm often about to be written up or fired. I tearfully scream at my bosses about how when I'm at work I only think about how afraid I am of losing my job. I'll eventually break down and cry about how hard it is just to do my daily routine, let alone work each 8 hour shift efficiently. All the little labels and numbers are so hard to remember let alone find, and I'm put in an unfamiliar area every other day. My focus is pulled to abstract thoughts and daydreams, no matter how hard I try to stay in the present. Usually I work on autopilot, fumbling with each item I put up like a dumb zombie. I can't stop myself from getting like this for long, I can only snap out of it when it's already happened. I feel fear and shame each time, not knowing how much time I've wasted.

They frown and shake their heads at me, like strict parents that caught their kid in the cookie jar. Even as I wipe the sweat out of my eyes they tell me how slowly I work. I rant about how horribly uncaring they are, wearing tight-lipped expressions and speaking in condescending tones as they rip away the financial stability of desperate folks that are trying their best to hold on. That no matter what they tell themselves about only being messengers, the suffering of each person they've fired hangs like rope around their necks.

The other kind of daydream is an idealistic fantasy of how I could start actually doing the things I want to do and earn happiness. I diet like I want to and get fit and attractive, I actually spend time developing interests and realize I have real talents that are useful and appreciable to others. I meet a friend and lover that shares many of my interests and cares about me, and lets me care about them. Often the feelings I get from having these daydreams are intense enough to put me on the verge of tears. Maybe that's why I typically have them when I'm assigned to an isolated spot in the store.

By the time I get home, I am emotionally ruined. I feel stable, but the slightest inconvenience makes me clench my muscles and scream silently until I feel like I've finally had an aneurysm burst. This is when I'm most likely to snap and bite my grandmother's head off, because she's started ranting about Obama or socialism/communism or the vaccine. Or about how the vaccine is socialism and that's why it's bad. Maybe it's because instead of getting me home so I can rest, she's decided to drag me to some fast food joint because she refuses to buy frozen food like I do.

After I get home I throw my clothes aside and put on whatever sweatpants I can grab. After taking 3 different sleeping pills, I fidget and flop around in bed for a few hours, never feeling comfortable.

Eventually, I fall asleep thinking about how I'll do better tomorrow.

#life blogging #actually adhd #adhd #living with adhd #mental heath awareness #neurodivergent #depression

[willinglyhomosexual]

Nicky and videos

Nicky films Every Single Thing All The Time and it's so annoying

The videos are everywhere. Youtube, vine, instagram, fucking facebook - everywhere. The fans are well fed

Some of the classics include:

- a video of Aaron and Kevin drunkenly belting the pokemon theme song

- the foxes in a supermarket. Andrew setting down a family-sized tub of ice cream into the cart. Kevin putting it back on the shelf. Andrew placing it in the cart again. Kevin putting it back. Unwavering eye contact. It goes on for a solid minute

- Neil smearing ice cream on Andrew's face and then saying "there, now you're short AND sweet!" after which there's simultaneous groaning from off screen. Andrew just stares blank-faced into the camera like he's in The Office

- a grayscale video of Kevin yelling at a zoned-out Neil, zooming in on Neil's face as all around me are familiar faces plays in the background

- a "foxhole game night" monopoly video featuring ear-piercing screaming, Dan and Allison rolling on the floor in hysteria, a cry-laughing Matt clutching his stomach with one hand while pounding on Neil's back with the other, Neil beaming, Andrew looking almost smug by his side, Renee showering them both with monopoly money, Kevin snatching Aaron's whiskey bottle and downing half of it. You can imagine what happened here

- a video of Neil gingerly sipping on his soda at Eden's with "shots shots shots shots shots shots" playing over it

- a compilation of Renee smiling because it's too pure. Everyone loves it

- a clip of Aaron and Katelyn flirting, all soft and cutesy directly followed by Andrew and Neil cussing each other out

- Dan and Matt cuddling which cuts to Nicky fake gagging at the pure heterosexuality of it all. It's been liked only by Andrew

- Andrew on his tippy toes trying to reach something with the caption "they tried to put me on the cover of vogue, but my legs were too long". It's liked by everyone but Andrew and Aaron

- Andrew and Neil staring each other down, lost in their own world, when suddenly Nicky sneezes. They turn their heads to glare at him at the same time

- Wymack saying "road work ahead" to which the entire bus screams in unison "WELL I SURE HOPE IT DOES"

And finally:

- Andrew reciting The Crush Song to a very confused Neil

"I'm single as I can be-"

Nicky zooms in on them.

"-you're single, perfect for me. I'm gonna give you a bunch of reasons why you should date me."

Neil's face is pure, genuine confusion and worry.

"Reason number one - I'm super hot. Reason number two - she's super not." Andrew is completely expressionless. His voice is monotonous and bored. "Reason number three - I'm all you got, and all you got is someone hot."

A door slams in the distance, most likely Aaron. Andrew doesn't blink.

Nicky is wheezing behind the camera.

Occasionally Kevin tries to butt in but Andrew raises his voice and talks over him.

"First name hot-" "wh-" "aND LAST NAME BITCH. Wanna get with me? Now that's the stitch."

The camera is shaking uncontrollably.

"you think I'm trash?" "andr-" "HELL NO, I'm class, and I got a-" "andre-" "-bIG FAT ASS."

Eventually Kevin gives up.

"Please date me because I'm single. S-I-N-G-L-E, love me. And hug me, and touch me. And, well, fuck me," Andrew recites.

When he gets to the end of the song he immediately leaves to get himself a beer without saying anything else. Neil is left staring off into the distance, possibly having an existential crisis.

Nicky flips the camera, and through sniffles says, "...and that was Andrew Minyard with 'The Crush song' featuring Kevin Day. Have a good night."

It instantly becomes a viral video. People who haven't even heard of exy are sharing it. A bored twink monotonously serenading The Crush Song to a confused twink? Hilarious. Aaron hates them so much

Bonus: when tiktok becomes a thing Nicky is all over it. You can imagine how that goes. The monsters refuse to interact with him in public

On the flipside: once, Nicky managed to convince Kevin that e-boy stands for exy boy so Kevin had "professional e-boy" in his bio for a good week or two

It was a good time

#it ain't much but it's honest work #half of these are like failed shitpost ideas that i feel like wouldn't stand well on their own #someone take tumblr away from my ugly hands #all for the game #the foxhole court #tfc #aftg #andreil #neil josten #andrew minyard #the raven king #the king's men #andrew x neil #all for the gay #trk #tkm #exy #psu #kevin day #allison reynolds #renee walker #coach wymack #nicky hemmick #aaron minyard #dan wilds #matt boyd #i probably forgot someone #tfc hc

[spiderparkerpeterman]

kissing your best friend

anonymous asked: Hi this is a rly cringe-y request huhu but do u know the “i try kissing my best friend” tiktok trend? [...] Hehe sorry it’s v specific but lots of changes are up to u ofc ily

this fic made me feel real old, i'll tell you that. but it was fun to write! specific requests are good sometimes. i had no idea what this trend was before the request, so it was a cute learning experience. thanks so much for the request! i've shortened it as to not give away the plot.

content: fluff, tiny bit of angst, peter parker the awkward gen z wildcard

warnings: i only use tiktok to let out meme steam and it shows, really bad twerking

word count: 1579 (whoops i went off hard)

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peter was a nervous wreck. he had invited you over to his apartment- not an unusual occurrence- and led you into his bedroom- this happened all the time- and set up his cracked and duct-taped laptop so you could watch silly youtube videos together while curled up on his bed- what was new?- with a bowl of popcorn rested in-between his crossed legs. but this normal, everyday situation wasn't why he was borderline sweating, his heart pounding, fingers shaking.

it was that damn tiktok he'd seen earlier this morning. he had woken up and scrolled through tiktok to see what was new and popular. he came across one, where a girl was holding her phone with a guy behind her, the two smiling, the caption saying "this is my best friend". there were a few clips of them being all cute and whatnot until it said "i decided to kiss him!" and then she had tapped him on the shoulder, held his face and pulled him in, sharing a kind of awkward kiss, until they broke apart and her best friend leant in again and the video looped. something within peter's chest had done double flips, only intensifying when he thought of maybe... maybe doing that with you.

and now here you were, on his bed, laughing at the meme compilation you two were watching- well, that you were watching, while peter daydreamed and sweated some more- eating popcorn that you were getting from a bowl in-between his legs, being all cute and sweet and pretty. but he wanted to do this. he really wanted to do this. he'd liked you for ages, after you had run into each other at the same circuit in gym class and he had taught you the proper form for situps. the way you had smiled at him, completed your circuit and jogged off and then later caught up with him at lunch to say thanks and "maybe we should hang out sometime?" had made him obsessed. it had got to the point where even ned was throwing hints that you liked him and he liked you and wouldn't you two make such a cute couple? and then you were paired up together for a spanish project and the way the language rolled off your tongue made him fall even deeper in love and-

peter had to do this. for ned's sanity. for his own sanity. because if he didn't do this soon he would give up and maybe kiss you in the middle of class or something.

he cleared his throat, prompting you to look at him.

"can i make a tiktok?" he asked, his voice somewhat strained. "there's this thing going around where people show off their best friends, it's pretty nice."

"oh, sure," you replied sitting up. "what do you want me to do?"

peter pursed his lips, unlocking his phone and opening tiktok. he went into his bookmarked sounds, selected that song to make a tiktok with, and then held it up like he was going to take a selfie. "maybe just like smile and wave? and then i wanna get a few videos of us just doing our everyday things, y'know?"

you nodded, taking a second to fix your hair. peter pressed record and grinned, somewhat nervously. you also smiled softly, raising a hand and waving. he stopped the recording, and the two of you collapsed into giggles.

"sorry, that was really awkward," he groaned.

"you're really awkward," you countered, running a hand through your hair. "what's next?"

"i dunno... maybe just you mucking around? i, uh, i really don't know!" peter laughed.

you rolled your eyes with a grin, getting off peter's bed and standing up. peter was typing a caption for the portion of the video, so you waited for him. he held the phone camera up at you.

"what are you gonna do?" he asked. you looked off at the side, considering, but while you were doing that peter pressed record.

"you should dance with me," you said. peter put his phone down, and you gasped. "did you- you just filmed that!"

"yeah, i did," peter laughed. he felt his nervousness fading away as he joked around with you, so he felt like he could really do this. "you wanna dance?"

"yeah," you replied, leaning forward to grab his hands gently and pull him up. peter felt his skin burnup where you were touching him, but he smiled. "set your phone up, and we'll dance."

"what kind of dance?" peter asked as he bent back down to get his phone, crossing his room to set it up on a shelf at shoulder-height so that the video would capture your antics. he selected how long to record hands-free, but didn't press record just yet. he turned to you.

"you should twerk," you suggested jokingly, but peter had an idea. he pressed record, smirking, ran over to you, and started shaking his butt at you. the acoustic music played, nowhere near suitable enough for his "twerking". you laughed aloud and started mockingly hitting his butt. you messed around for a few more seconds, even after peter's phone stopped recording.

he stood back up and nudged you, laughing. his face was bright red, and you laughed even harder at that. he went back to get his phone and selected another few seconds to record hands-free.

"what should we do now?" he asked.

"not sure," you replied, crossing the room to rest your head on his shoulder. you reached out and pressed record for him. "i could just stare at you creepily like this."

the music started playing so you widened your eyes and stared intently at him, but peter immediately burst out laughing and knocked your head off his shoulder. you grinned at the camera just as it finished recording.

"okay," peter said, selecting the last bit to film. this was it. "now i want you to stand here, and like make weird faces at the camera or something, i don't know."

"i can do that," you replied, standing next to him.

he reached out and pressed the record, looking at you through the phone's capture as you put two peace signs up. he smiled then turned, and gently cradled your face, turning it towards him. he leant in, hearing you gasp and feeling you also lean in and-

a loud ding came from his phone- a police alert. he sprung away from you, swearing. you looked away from him, your cheeks bright pink. he left tiktok, now playing the loop of the tiktok, and went into his police app, seeing a shootout in brooklyn.

"i have to go," he stammered, rushing around his room to take off his clothes- you looked away pointedly- put his spider-man suit on, find his spare web fluid just in case and where the hell was his mask? he stopped just as he was about to climb out the window.

"stay here," he said, "please. i'll be back soon. just stay. i'll explain everything, i promise."

he lept from the window, leaving you shellshocked, webbing himself up and away. he almost smacked into multiple buildings on his way over to the shootout, too distracted to really pay attention.

did you really lean in?

he arrived at the scene, not saying his usual quips as he pulled guns away and webbed people to walls and avoided the hail of bullets coming his way and broke one guy's nose.

no, he totally imagined it.

when he had dealt with everyone he didn't stop to chat with the police, just webbed himself back to where you were, hopefully waiting, please be waiting...

he leaned in really quickly, and he was nervous, but maybe...?

he clambered back into his window and pulled off his mask. you were curled up on his desk chair, scrolling through your phone. he stared at you.

"i looked it up," you said, not looking at him, your voice quiet, "best friend tiktoks. the only thing that came up was kissing your best friend."

it took peter a few seconds to open his throat back up. "yeah."

you looked at him, something sad in your eyes.

"did you-"

"i only-"

peter bit his lip, gesturing for you to speak first. "go."

you took a deep breath. "did you- did you just do it for views? it's a kinda popular trend and so i was just wondering... i mean, it'd kinda suck if you did, and i mean- um..." you trailed off, looking away again.

"i- no, i just... uh, did you see that most people who do it have a crush on their best friends?" he asked, hoping you'd get the message.

you looked at him again, confused. but then that confusion morphed into comprehension, and then that comprehension morphed into hope and-

"you mean it?" you whispered.

peter threw his mask away somewhere, striding up to you and pulled your hands up so you'd stand. he held your face again, so gently, as you stared back at him with your big eyes, and leaned in. your lips touched, and something exploded in peter's chest. he shifted an arm to your waist, holding you tight against him, as your arms snaked around his neck, holding him closer.

a few moments later, you broke apart, your face bright pink again. peter knew his face was just as bright.

"i think we need to adjust the tiktok," he murmured, before leaning in to kiss you again.

#no i'm not linking my tiktok i only use it once every six months #this made me want to redownload it tho i blame you anon #anonymous #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x yn #peter parker x you #peter parker imagine #oneshot #my work #spiderparkerpeterman #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #marvel #mcu #spiderman #spiderman fluff #spiderman x reader #spiderman fanfiction #marvel au #marvel imagine #ask box: open #requests: open #answered #request

[darkshadowismyspiritanimal]

Tokoyami Finding Out He Has Fans

//Note: I’m still mad at the fact that Tokoyami thinks he doesn’t have any fans yet. Boy, I’ve been in love with you since I first saw your crudely drawn face on that screen. You got fans. So here are some not thought out headcanons.// 

Let’s set the scene. Class 1-A is hanging out in the common space after classes and whatnot. Kaminari is scrolling through youtube when he comes across a video titled “Our Favorite Emo Birb Boi - A Compilation”. 

So obviously he immediately announces that he found a cool video that everyone should watch. “Guys it looks like Tokoyami has some fans” 

But with class 1-A being the extra bunch that they are, they hook up a computer to a tv so that everyone can watch and they aren’t crowded around over a phone or laptop. 

Kaminari pulls it up and the first thing everyone notices is that over a million of people have watched it. And nearly half of that have liked the video. 

“Dude!” “Congrats” 

“Can we please not watch whatever this is” - Tokoyami 

“Start the video already!” - Dark Shadow 

They start the video. With some very angsty music that sounds like what a teenager sitting in the dark writing poetry would listen to playing, it precedes to be a compilation of both actual clips of Tokoyami that exist and - le gasp - fanart. 

Tokoyami is trying to maintain his composure while internally dying with embarrassment. It’s only half working. 

Class 1-A is super excited and Momo wonders how this video came to be. “I mean, the art is clearly by different people so it must already exist, right?”

One trip to tumblr later and Tokoyami will forever be known as “my precious emo birb boi”. 

Yeah he’s full on hiding his beak with his face now. He doesn’t know if he could ever be more embarassed. (Jokes on him. Just wait till he next sees Hawks who has made a t-shirt that says “My Favorite Emo Birb Boi” on it and has definitely watched the video at least 50 times cause it puts him in tears every single time. Tokoyami has got a following.) 

Bonus Content: 

The class decides to look themselves up on tumblr to see if they are also tumblr famous. 

Ooh boy is Bakugo famous. 

And oh boy does he hate the fact that a lot of people ship him and fucking Deku. 

He doesn’t mind the massive following that KiriBaku has. 

Kirishima is beyond excited at the idea of people being fans of his and doesn’t get that people are shipping him and Bakugo romantically until Mina looks up “KiriBaku” and scrolls through to find the all of the art of just them making out. 

Yo he red as his hair now. 

Deku is more embarrassed then Tokoyami now. Man are his followers thirsty. Like hot damn. (like imagine - this would be hilarious). 

Also the tododeku ship is huge. 

Later that night Todoroki makes an account and quickly becomes the tumblr blog to go to for anything tododeku related. He proud. 

They look up Sero and it’s literally all reader-inserts or bakusquad being silly. 

But seriously the amount of reader-inserts about Sero is fucking crazy. Everyone else has huge ships and Sero is just like... every person’s dream s/o. Apparently. 

He so surprised. His mouth hanging open like “...what?” his face turning red as his hand goes to the back of his neck. 

Everyone else is just not surprised. 

He’s like Oliver Wood. You’ve had at least a bit of a crush on him at some point, you know? He’s just gorgeous, funny, and oh so sweet. 

Who couldn’t love him? 

Sero cannot compute this information. 

#my hero academia #Class 1-A #class 1-a headcanons #Tokoyami Fumikage #tokoyami headcanons #emo birb boi #Sero Hanta #sero headcanons #bakugo headcanons #bakugo katsuki #Kirishima Eijirou #kirishima headcanon #todoroki shoto #todoroki headcanons #midoriya izuku #midoriya headcanons #hawks

[jenniboo311]

GQ: Spider-Man Goes Undercover on Reddit, YouTube, and Twitter

GQ: Spider-Man Goes Undercover on Reddit, YouTube, and Twitter by jenniboo311

Part 2 of the Social Butterfly Spidey series General |  4115 Words  |  Chapter 1/1

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The video opens with Spider-Man sitting at a table with only his torso visible, the set background a solid sky blue. He is wearing his signature mask and a simple white t-shirt, forearms bare and defined with lean muscle. He gives the camera a jaunty two fingered salute.

"Hey I'm Spider-Man," he begins in a friendly voice as he flips open the lid of the laptop in front of him decisively, "And I'm going undercover on the internet." The video cuts to a title screen as it types out "Actually Me with Spider-Man" as Spider-Man says off screen, "It's actually me!"

The screen then clears and types out a new message for its audience, "We had Spider-Man create real accounts and go undercover online."

"Let's begin!" He says as the camera cuts back to him typing into the laptop. The video shows his screen as he is typing his username and password into YouTube. Once the site logs in he selects his display picture, a cheeky shot a fan must have captured as Spider-Man swung past upside-down. "First up, let's take ourselves to YouTube."

A brief clip plays from a seven and a half minute humorous compilation of Spider-Man saves, cutting back and forth between impressive confrontations against dangerous criminals with firearms to sweetly helping older ladies with their groceries.

"From user SkepticalOfSpidey, she says," he narrates the comment as it is displayed on screen, "'Is this guy for real? How can a superhero go from dodging bullets to carrying groceries? Like how is this even on his radar? Does he actually care or is this some kind of PR stunt?'"

The video cuts to Spider-Man who replies vehemently, "I absolutely care! And I think it's hysterical people consider me "above" certain things, or they're not worthy of being on my "radar", as though I'm some hotshot. Look, the Avengers are great with the big world ending stuff, and sometimes I'm part of that too, but the little guys need help too, day to day. I'm the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, and no matter who you are, your race, your age, your sexuality, your income, whether you're a victim of a mugging or a kitten in a tree, you all deserve help when you need it. That's my personal mission, just to help people. So as long as I'm doing that I'm not ashamed."

The video cuts to show the end of his response being typed out on screen and Spider-Man hits the "Comment" button to post his answer.

Another short clip plays of footage from the scene of a crime where Spider-Man is knocking out a hulking goon in one hit, displaying his super strength. The subsequent comment is displayed on screen as Spider-Man reads it aloud, "'oh great, just what we need: another brawny idiot that uses his fists to solve problems. What we really need is intelligence. Can we get more scientists please?'"

Spider-Man reels back in his chair a little, seemingly taken aback. "Wow! Why are you so angry-" he consults the laptop again for the username, "Chelsea?" He shifts in the chair to get comfortable before responding, "First of all, another? I'm offended on behalf of my teammates. All of the people I work with are very intelligent, so I'm not sure where she's getting that you have to be an idiot if you have muscles. Secondly, I am a scientist, actually. I specialize in biochemistry, though I also dabble in engineering, physics, and programming. I have an IQ upwards of 250, which if you want to compare to the likes of Tony Stark, is around 270, who also kicks ass by the way."

He straightens his shirt indignantly, "Though hopefully I didn't give too much away with that. My point is," he points at the camera, "you can have both brawn and brains. Don't let anyone convince you otherwise, people. Defy the societal norms."

The comment section displays on screen again and scrolls down the page until it hits another comment. "'How strong is Spider-Man?'" He lounges back in his chair and taps the fingers of his right hand on the table idly, "Well, last we checked I could bench press about ten tons. Tony and I ran some tests about eight months ago to find out, so it could have changed since then but likely not by a large amount. So I'm going to say ten tons, give or take."

Another video clip plays that shows Spider-Man swinging confidently on his web before suddenly taking a wrong turn and eating billboard. The jarring collision dislodges his grip and he falls several feet to land on a garbage bin, whose lid caves in immediately under his weight. He reads aloud, "'Ouch. I wonder how that felt.'" Spider-Man laughs quietly, not afraid to laugh at himself. "To be honest with you Joshua, it did not feel good. That billboard actually broke my nose, though the garbage bin helped break some of the fall. There's definitely worse things I could have landed on. I don't get distracted often but it still happens sometimes. Web slinging is hard, okay?!

"Wikipedia!" he says off screen, as the visual on screen shows Spider-Man logging in to the Wikipedia webpage with the username, '[email protected]'.

"Let's see here," Spider-Man says before devolving into mumbles as he reads the information supplied on the website about himself. "Wait wait wait!" He exclaims after a moment and quotes the offending fact, "'His signature weapon is his webbing, which is created biologically and dispensed from a gland in his wrists at the base of his palms.'" The text in question displays on screen and zooms in on the text, "biologically", and then, "gland in his wrists".

"First of all, gross." Spider-Man rests his forehead in his hand, propped on the table with his elbow in a perfect picture of disappointment. "Second of all," he sits up straight and addresses the camera full on, "have you all actually been thinking I've been spurting real webs out of my hands at everything for the past few years?!" After a beat he processes what he has just said and facepalms while mumbling, "Spurting, oh God I regret my word choice."

The video cuts to the text being backspaced as Spider-Man narrates offscreen, "This is incorrect, let's delete it!"

The video cuts back to Spider-Man reaching below the table, leaning slightly to the left to dig something out of his right pants pocket, sighing heavily. He pulls out two simple black bracelets which he pointedly holds up for the camera before slipping them on. "Web shooters: 101," he says before deliberately knocking his wrists together so the bracelets make contact and activate. "Now obviously Tony Stark has gotten his hands on these and they are a little different than the originals, as you can tell by the nano technology," he explains, black colored metal creeping up his forearms to encase them in a type of bracer, "but the base mechanism is still the same as what I designed from the beginning." The nano technology finishes covering his forearms, the device quite noticeable with the stark black of the metal covering the majority of his pale exposed forearms. He flicks his hands back, palms facing upwards to show the camera, as the motion triggers a small device to deploy in the center of his palms. He reaches into his pocket once more and retrieves a couple small cylindrical cartridges filled with a milky fluid which he then deftly loads into the devices at his wrists.

"In a nutshell: web shooter," he holds up his left forearm to present the whole device to the audience. "The trigger," he presents the small button resting in his palm, "and web fluid," he continues, indicating the cartridge now inserted below his wrist. He points to a spot at the base of his palm, "They got the location of the dispenser right, I guess, but it's not coming out of a gland of any kind!" He aims carefully just past the camera and shoots a quick burst by depressing the button at his palm that makes the viewer feel as though he is shooting it at them. "I developed this formula myself, in a lab, with chemicals!" He emphasizes. "It's completely synthetic, not biological by any means, and nobody had to milk me for it." He pauses, staring at the camera for a moment before looking down at the table and murmuring uncomfortably while shaking his head, "That was a strange sentence I never want to repeat." He huffs a quiet laugh.

"Quora!" Spider-Man says as the onscreen graphic shows Spider-Man logging into the website with his fake email. "What the heck is Quora? I have no idea but let's get into it.

"'How is Spider-Man such a darling? He's so sweet and wholesome and is a big, soft, cinnamon roll'," he narrates as the question displays on screen. He shifts around awkwardly and scratches the side of his head, "Aw, I dunno! But thanks Quora, you're my new favorite website.

"'How many people has Spider-Man killed?'" He narrates as the question displays on screen. "Wow guys, that's dark!" He leans forward and clasps his hands together to convey the seriousness of his response. "The answer is none. I haven't killed anyone nor do I intend to. Spider-Man is strictly nonlethal. I only use webs to detain, I don't use blades or guns of any kind. Except these guns." He lightens the mood by flexing his right arm and kissing his bicep. He holds it together for approximately two seconds before exploding in laughter. "Oh God, how do I have friends?" He mutters to himself.

"Next!" He exclaims, searching for the next question. "'Does Spider-Man wear a mask because he's disfigured?'" The question displays for the viewer to see. "Hmm, okay well the short answer is no. That's not why I wear a mask. I don't really know how to quantify my own attractiveness, that's just awkward. I think I'm perfectly average, though I've had people tell me I'm handsome. They were all terribly biased though, so take that with a grain of salt." Spider-Man's grin can be seen in the crinkling of the fabric around his mouth. "I have two eyes, a nose, a mouth, and completely normal teeth. No extra eyes or mandibles or anything. That may sound like a strange thing to say but you'd be surprised how many times I have to clarify that," He snorts. "I cover my face because dealing with so many street-level criminals puts me on the radar of a lot of people who want revenge against me and anybody I care about. So if my identity was known I'd have to constantly watch my back, and my loved ones would be in danger. Of course there are contingencies for if that happens but in the meantime I want as normal a life as possible for me and mine."

Spider-Man clicks away on the laptop until the next question displays on screen. "'Does Spider-Man give autographs and selfies?'" He narrates. "I do, but all I ask is that if you catch me out in the wild and I look busy or distracted, to please not bother me. Most times the people I save are a bit too traumatized to be thinking about getting my autograph at the moment, but if the night is slow or I'm taking a break I'm happy to give an autograph or take a photo with you if you ask. Your best bet is probably at fundraisers and charity events, if I am in attendance, since I'm not focused on crime fighting and am just interacting with people."

The next question displays on screen, "'Is Spider-Man single?'" The video cuts to Spider-Man shifting uncomfortably. "Uh, I'm not comfortable confirming that sort of thing. Like I said, people in my orbit are in danger so I don't want to bring any kind of attention to who I surround myself with, even if their names are as yet unknown. The less information going around about that the better. So all I'll say is that at the very least I am not looking for a relationship." He awkwardly clears his throat before moving on.

"'How strong are Spider-Man's webs?' Strong enough to restrain the Hulk. Seriously," he nods at the camera, "I know this for a fact. We, and by we I mean the Avengers and I, had a code green sometime last year and out of sheer desperation I let the webs fly. By the time I was done he was basically in a cocoon but hey, it worked! Hulk looked pretty cozy actually." His eye lenses squint in amusement.

"Now let's go to Facebook," he says as the video shows him logging into Facebook and selecting a new profile picture, a closeup of Spider-Man shooting the camera finger guns.

"'Who would win in a race between Spider-Man and Captain America?'" He claps his hands together once in excitement, "Me! Because I'm obviously superior to Cap in every way!" He barks out a laugh and mumbles, "He'll let me have it for that comment! No I'm joking, Cap is awesome. I'm actually not lying though. We had a race, because science, and I clocked in at about two hundred miles per hour while Steve maxed at about seventy. Nothing to sneeze at of course, but not quite up to Spidey's par!" He gives another cheesy arm flex, this time with both arms. The video cuts to Spider-Man typing out the last of his answer and finishes it with two flex emojis before submitting it.

"'Do you think Spider-Man has any hidden talents?'" He looks seriously into the camera. "Well if I told you, they wouldn't be secret talents anymore, now would they Gerald?" He cocks his head to the side in thought. "I guess I can tell you that I can dance? I took dance and gymnastics for awhile when I was a kid, which is probably why I'm so agile and acrobatic now. My enhancement made me even more agile and acrobatic, but it was already there to some degree to begin with." He gives a careless shrug.

"'Coffee or tea?' Well I try not to drink either of them to be honest. Caffeine and spiders don't mix! Sometimes I can't avoid it though, lots of late nights being Spider-Man, so in those cases I drink coffee. Funny trivia for you, but I used to love lemonade. I must have inherited some spidery traits because lemon is a deterrent and I can't tolerate it now. I mean it won't kill me, I just find it unpleasant. Don't want criminals thinking they can spray me with lemon juice or something. I'll just be annoyed and smell funky fresh while I kick your ass." His eye lenses squint as his mask crinkles around the mouth. "My beverage of choice is actually apple juice, because I'm twelve years old." He snickers and hits the submit button to post his answer, complete with a baby emoji.

"'How are you doing? Are you getting enough sleep? Do you need a hug?'" He shifts forward to prop his chin on his hand. "I'm doing good, thank you for asking. I am absolutely not getting enough sleep, but neither is anyone else I know so I'm in good company. And I absolutely need a hug. I love giving people hugs and will one hundred percent hug you if you ask me to and I'm not busy. There's lots of Spidey to go around, I love each and every one of you."

He reads the next question silently first and barks a laugh before narrating, "'What even is your life?' Dude, I have no idea. If you had told young Spidey that one day he'd be flipping all over the city fighting crime and battling aliens with a superpowered team of highly skilled famous individuals he'd probably check you for fever and then back away slowly.

"Up next, Instagram! I know all about Instagram, I use it all the time." The video shows him once again logging into the website

"'Does anyone else desperately want a reality TV show with Spidey and the other Avengers? I would kill to watch hours of Spidey being a sarcastic little shit to bank robbers and Tony Stark just being a mess.'" Spider-Man laughs. "Wellllll," he hedges, "you might not have to wait that long. I've been toying with the idea of creating a YouTube channel and posting some shenanigans on there. Now, mind you, it won't be expertly edited or anything, I really don't have the time for that, but it would be something. Keep an eye out for that soon."

The video next displays a picture on Instagram that a fan had posted of a young Spider-Man from his early days coming out of a porta-potty with a string of toilet paper streaming off the bottom of his boot. The comment reads, "'Check out this disaster. What is going on here?'" Spider-Man looks straight at the camera, unimpressed, and deadpans, "Everybody poops, Deborah."

He navigates to the next picture, which is of a kneeling Spider-Man getting mauled by an enthusiastic, fluffy golden retriever. "'Was he a good doggo?'" He reads aloud. "He was best boy. What a good doggo!" He grins big through his mask.

"Now here we go to Twitter," he says as he logs in and selects a profile picture. "This is probably the social media I use the most. I'm thinking about deleting the app off my phone for a little while though, it's starting to consume my life. It's nice being able to connect to the public with it but I'm starting to find it difficult because people get so disappointed when I have to step away. Saying no to people is hard! And I have an extremely busy life so I can't keep this up forever. I've got cats to cuddle and lives to save! Gonna have to dial it back a bit I think."

The screen displays a tweet from user EmmaRox as Spider-Man reads it aloud, "'Do you think the abs are real or does he pad his suit?'" Spider-Man snorts and slaps his chest in mirth. "Well I would think that the fact I can lift a bus is proof enough, but here you go," he says and lifts his shirt to expose his impressively sculpted abs for just a moment before dropping his shirt and shaking his head in embarrassment. "Not padded."

The video cuts to the next question as he reads, "'What do you do in your free time?'" He looks at the camera and his left eye lens shifts as though he has furrowed his eye brow. "Free time? What's that?" He snorts, "No seriously, there's not much of that to go around. If I'm not on patrol or sleeping or training, I'm trying to keep up with my personal relationships and trying not to spend all my remaining time in the lab, with or without Tony. Like I said before, I'm a scientist, so a lot of my downtime is devoted to developing better tech, and to research to advance in these areas." He dramatically sweeps his hand across the top of his head as though he is a diva flipping long hair over his shoulder as he announces, "I'm not just a pretty face, you know." The video cuts to Spidey typing out the end of his answer, finishing it off with a queen emoji.

"'What's the best piece of advice you've ever been given?'" Displays the next question from user, David P. "That's a good question, David. Hmm," he strokes his chin thoughtfully, "I would have to say 'With great power, comes great responsibility'. It was advice given to me by one of the two most important people in my life, and I have carried that motto in my heart ever since. It was advice that ultimately lead to the creation of Spider-Man, actually. I have these fantastic powers, so I consider it my responsibility to do something good with them." He wrings his hands together at what looks to be an uncomfortable topic for him to speak about. After a beat he continues his answer, "The second best advice I've ever gotten, however, was 'It is better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring', which you'll also notice I take very seriously in that I am incredibly ridiculous. I mean if there's a person out there who spouts more bad puns in the face of danger than me, I haven't heard of them." He quietly snickers to himself.

"'If you had to choose three adjectives to describe yourself what would they be?'" He doesn't hesitate when he rattles off, "Genius, witty, humble." He stares at the camera seriously for a moment before he cracks and laughs. "No seriously, uh, probably awkward, smartass, and nerdy." He shrugs for lack of a better answer.

"Reddit!" He says as he logs into the page and selects a display picture of Spider-Man facepalming.

"'Do you have any pets?'" Spider-Man reads. "No. My apartment doesn't allow pets, sadly, but I love animals. And actually I do hang out with Tony a lot and I have to constantly make sure he's fed and watered because he forgets, so I feel like that's close enough." He covers his mouth with a hand to hold in his snort but a strangled one escapes anyway.

The next post shows a piece of fan artwork that is poor quality and is obviously from an inexperienced child. It depicts a heroically posed Spider-Man saving a young boy from a burning apartment complex window. The young artist in question posted the caption, "'I know it's not any good but spiderman saved me and my mom from a fire. I really want to say thank you so I drew him this picture. If anyone gets the chance to talk to spiderman can you please show him this and tell him I love him?'" Spider-Man looks at the picture on the laptop for a long moment and audibly takes several loud swallows. He looks at the camera and says hoarsely, "I love you too, bud. And I'm glad you're doing okay. It was my absolute pleasure to help you that day and I'm so glad I was there. I love your drawing and I think you're so very talented. I'm going to print this out and post it on my fridge so I can see it everyday and think of you. Study hard in school and be good for your mom!" He looks down at his lap and clears his throat, filling with emotion. After a moment he looks up and clasps his hands.

"That's it! We're done!" He says as he shuts the laptop with a snap and his eye lenses squint in a smile. "I hope you enjoyed watching and learning a little bit about me. See you around!"

The video fades to the GQ logo before ending.

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Comments: ----------------

magicalbluecookies omg that last one killed me. Spidey got all choked up Friedfishcat I live for Spidey telling us he loves us. I stan a Spiderboi not afraid of his emotions. kitty22803 Am I the only one who took a screenshot of his abs? TeamIronDad Bahahaha subtly roasting cap and iron man. I wanna be a fly on the wall of their common room, I bet they're all hilarious to watch together lovelyjourneys Does this cinnamon roll ever rest? He needs a nap! And some milk or something! saucysquatch "Everybody poops, Deborah." Dumbledork I will die if he actually makes a youtube channel, please actually make this a thing! enchanted_nightingale Nooooooo dont delete twitter! kim_cc I once got a hug from spidey!! I was crying after he saved me from almost getting hit by a car and he asked if i needed a hug. It was the best hug of my life. Isi1dur Spidey is 12 years old confirmed, someone call the press xoxheartErin Spidey, post a video of you dancing!!! Proof or it didn't happen! Slyrocker Spiderman is asked how's he's such a soft cinnamon roll, proceeds to then prove he's a soft cinnamon roll Hi NOBODY HAD TO MILK ME FOR IT UselessDiamond19 Holy crap his web shooters are so cool! chrissyglikesbooks 250?! His IQ is 250?! Einstein was 160!!!! I feel faint. amillionmiles Spidey eating that billboard is about how my week is going honestly Mira Spidey is such a smart boi! He's going to make a great husband when I marry him.

TotallyNotDeadpool Well I guess this is all we have to live for now that you're out of the MCU

#fanfiction #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman #social butterfly Spidey #social media #jenniboo311 #GQ #Reddit #Twitter #Quora #funny #humor #ao3 fanfic #Marvel #instagram #wikipedia #facebook #interview

[yuthoe]

PENTAGON Shinwon x Ballroom Dancing

Hello, bebs! I’m not dead! I’ve just been busy with work and getting sick, but I am working on a few things. (BTW I might cave in and write for ONEUS one of these days; they got me hooked during the “TBONTB” era and I’ve been cooking up a oneshot since two weeks ago lol, also I want to write a ballroom AU for them as well HAHAHA.) For now, I’m distracting myself (and hopefully you too) from inactivity by posting this.

Honestly, I had the idea for this one from @incorrect-pentagon​‘s post. It’s just so funny and so Shinwon that I had to make it his ballroom background.

As always, thank you for supporting me and my work. I love you and I miss you all!

Master List

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Became a ballroom dancer purely on accident.

Saw a flyer for a salsa class on the notice board at his college, and immediately took a stub for it. Didn’t even question why the person in the poster was wearing a ruffly dress and assumed it was just an aesthetic.

Went to the class, bag of tortilla chips in hand, only to find out that it was a salsa dancing class. He made an excuse to leave, but he’d already paid the small registration fee, so it would’ve been a waste, even it was just 5,000 Won.

So he joined the class, tried to have fun with it, but realized the salsa just wasn’t for him. But the instructor noticed he had good rhythm and musicality, and said that if he was up for it, he could try joining a free beginners’ waltz class later that day.

And Shinwon didn’t really have any other plans (apart from munching on his chips and would-have-been salsa dip), and he’s always had trouble saying no to nice people anyway, so he said yes.

And that’s the story of how Shinwon accidentally attended a salsa class and became a Standard dancer. Cannot for the life of him dance Latin, no matter how hard he tries. Like, he understands the movement, but it’s like his body doesn’t want anything to do with it.

Took a long time to find a partner because of his height coupled with his amazingly broad shoulders, but at some point he found you (a close friend from college that he didn’t know danced) and went like, “Hey, you wanna be my partner?” And you replied, “Only if we can play Mario Kart after,” and that basically sealed the deal. #PartnersForLife

Great lead and A+ partner. His shoulders posed a challenge at first because it gave you less mobility, but overtime you figured out how to work through it. He now knows how to use his shoulders for harder and snappier dances like the tango, for maximum sharpness.

If you invite him to work out, he would always decline, saying he was busy or something, but he never skips conditioning days. Working out is his least favorite thing to do, but he knows it’s necessary to keep his physique up, so he sucks it up and screams out the pain during training.

Comes to training wearing tracksuits. No matter how hot the day gets, even when the A/C in the studio broke that one time, he refused to unzip his jacket. Wants to keep up the aesthetic no matter what, so it looks kind of funny when he’s bouncing around in dress shoes, while also wearing an obnoxiously neon orange tracksuit set.

Has Twitter, Facebook, and IG. His posting schedule is sporadic; he’d post 5 times a week for two weeks, and then crickets for the next month. Mostly it’s daily affirmations, puns, and greeting his small fanbase.

His fans really appreciate him because, even though there isn’t many of them, they know that Shinwon has a golden heart and a very kind soul, not to mention a great dancer and overall wonderful person. It helps that he loves interacting with his fans

Likes to post selfies a lot, and sometimes food pictures whenever he goes out with his group of friends. Lots of basic captions for those.

He very rarely posts videos but when he does, it’s just clips of the videos you post on your YouTube channel. Those are short choreography videos, once-in-a-blue-moon NG/funny compilations, and competition videos your friends film when they watch.

He has a soft sport for the quickstep. It’s just such a fun dance that he can’t help but smile and laugh and occasionally let out a yell while you hop, skip, and jump around the dance floor. Yeah the steps are tricky to get right purely because they all look the same and it would look weird if you make a misstep, but he loves it too much to care.

Also love the Viennese waltz in particular. It’s the only dance he can really use his arms for something other than framing, and he makes the most of it. Shinwon sees the Viennese waltz as his cool-off dance because it’s slow and smooth. He also likes watching you dance it because you just look so beautiful.

Some of his fans who watched a Viennese waltz choreography video and couldn’t stop crying on Twitter about how lovingly Shinwon looked at you in that 5-second snippet.

Isn’t really one to show off his dancing, but he does like making choreography. He never uses it for competitions, but when he does make choreo, you would often film a video for it, and all his stuff just comes out so beautiful and elegant, his fans (and you) would always wonder why he isn’t a pro/guest in a dance program yet.

Extremely funny he could be in a variety show. His comedy and humor is super downplayed because of his good looks, but everyone he’s met at his side gig of being a model all said he always gets them rolling on the floor laughing within 10 minutes.

He did get invited for a comedy/variety program (think Itte-Q) once as a guest, to dance there, and the hosts/cast loved him so much they invited him to guest for a special, where he would do an adrenaline-raising activity.

Shinwon is unfortunately a scaredy-cat, and just couldn’t stomach the thought of bungee jumping or shooting out from a cannon (this is all in his imagination, by the way) without looking sick and feeling faint.

He told them about it and the producers said they understood. They’ve kept in touch, and Shinwon often gets invited for other segments like traveling or music segments.

As for modeling, every fashion designer he’s met fawned over his wide shoulders, often putting him in either bulkier stuff or skin-tight ones. A photographer once asked him what his full-time job was and when he said he was a dancer, the photographer immediately hooked him up with a fashion designer who specializes in dancesports wear.

Eventually, you both appeared in magazines posing for the designer’s newest collection for Standard Division costumes, and are her favorite pair to work with. Both your fandom sizes doubled when the spread came out, and Shinwon was even invited to do a runway show at some point.

You’ll always be the dancesports wear line’s models, though. Shinwon himself has even bout a tux she designed.

#pentagon #pentagon shinwon #shinwon #ko shinwon #go shinwon #pentagon shinwon scenario #pentagon scenario #pentagon imagines #universe net #uninet #theme: ballroom au #hc: shinwon #hc: mine #hc: not spicy

[timeandspacelord]

Tag Game

I was tagged by @lazydreamlandblaze

We’re all bored as fuck here so let’s recommend some things! So tell us 5 shows, 5 books, 5 movies, 5 YouTubers, and 5 songs!

Shows:

1. Tangled: The Series/Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure -- actually a fantastic show like, seriously. You need to watch Tangled: Before Ever After (a fairly short movie that sets up the plot) beforehand, but it's all on Disney+ and season 3 of the show will be out in a few days

2. Numb3rs -- a really good show if you like crime dramas. A math professor/genius works with his brother in the FBI to solve crimes using math, it's super cool. I think it's on Amazon Prime, but I could be wrong

3. The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel -- truly an iconic show. It's funny, it's got Zachary Levi, it's on Amazon Prime

4. Good Omens -- I don't really think I need to explain this one to anybody who follows me. One of my absolute favourites, on Amazon Prime

5. Galavant -- a kind of ridiculous, not at all serious, very self-aware musical show. Great music, pretty good plot, good humour. On Netflix

Books:

1. The Montague Siblings // The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue and The Lady's Guide to Petticoats and Piracy -- representation!! So much representation in a historical fantasy setting. I cannot recommend this series enough, please read it -- by Mackenzie Lee

2. The Grishaverse // The Grisha Trilogy, Six of Crows duology, King of Scars duology, and The Language of Thorns -- yes, there are a lot of books, and yes TGT isn't the greatest, but this universe is so amazing and also the Netflix show will be dropping season one maybe kinda soon-ish -- by Leigh Bardugo

3. The Lunar Chronicles // Cinder, Scarlet, Cress, Winter, Fairest, and Stars Above -- sci-fi, strong and diverse female leads, fairytale retellings, adorable romances, honestly it's my comfort series -- by Marissa Meyer

4. The Bloody Jack series -- it's a twelve book series, but good lord is it worth the commitment. Early 19th century, piracy, badass girl ends up in basically every major world event, it's just so good hdjdksnzhsjsk -- by L.A. Meyer

5. Literally anything by Neil Gaiman -- he's a really good writer, you guys

Movies:

1. The Princess Bride -- I mean, if you haven't seen this one, I don't know what you've been doing with your life. Iconic

2. Stardust -- based on a Neil Gaiman book, the score is glorious. Fantasy, adventure, idk I really like it, it's got a pretty fun story

3. Kubo and the Two Strings -- this movie's just like, really good. It made me cry. Also, it's made by the same studio that made Coraline

4. The Lord of the Rings trilogy -- look, I dunno what you want me to say, these movies are iconic (also you should definitely read the books)

5. The Emperor's New Groove -- this is one of the best Disney movies ever made and I've come across a surprising number of people who haven't seen it. Iconic characters, iconic design, iconic dialogue

YouTubers:

1. Overly Sarcastic Productions -- literature and history videos. Absolutely wonderful, I have no words for how much I love Red and Blue. Please go enjoy salty commentary on classic literature and the absolute meme-ness of history (also, Red's webcomic Aurora is so freaking good, I have teared up over it)

2. Thomas Sanders -- wholesome, amazing, incredibly talented. I would kill to protect this man. Sanders Sides has no right being that good, but it is and I love it

3. JK Studios -- the og cast of Studio C, doing their own thing now. Mainly just there for the cast being themselves idk

4. Translator Fails / Malinda -- she's just pretty cool, idk

5. The Brooklyn 99 YouTube channel -- clips and compilations from the show, what more could you want??

Songs:

1. First Burn -- this song cured my depression for like a week when it came out. Eliza roasting Alex for three straight minutes. Five Elizas (one of whom I saw!) Best when imagined occurring immediately after Congratulations

2. Don't Make Me by Malinda -- really catchy, Thomas Sanders was in the music video, 10/10

3. Literally all the songs from Frozen 2 -- all of the songs are bops, but All is Found is tragically underrated and nobody's talking about how When I Am Older is the biggest goddamn mood

4. LEMONS by Brye -- powerful, iconic, it started on TikTok but damn is it a bop

5. In the Reptile Room by The Gothic Archies -- honestly, listen to this whole album bc all the songs are bops and they were written for the A Series of Unfortunate Events audiobooks. This one is probably my favourite one though

Whoo! That took a really long time! And I have so many more suggestions if anyone wants them

I'm tagging @fangirlwithasweettooth @edgydumasdepresedbitchthotbastar @velociheroviridi @milkshakethouart @glittzysunflowermaze

#gonna recommend more shows and books here in the tags bc there are a lot #shows: #The Umbrella Academy #Avatar: The Last Airbender #A Series of Unfortunate Events #Carmen Sandeigo on Netflix #Troll Hunters #Miraculous Ladybug although I can't speak for season three #books: #The Gallagher Academy series #Heartless by Marissa Meyer #Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard #The Kane Chronicles #Ace of Shades // The Shadow Game series #Turtles All the Way Down #An Absolutely Remarkable Thing #Frankenstein #The Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein #I'll stop there but lmk if you want more or want descriptions of any of these

[douchebagbrainwaves]

WHY I'M SMARTER THAN PROGRAMMERS

It's a todo list protocol, the new investor will take a chunk of the company being sold. These ideas didn't just seem small. Writing eval required inventing a notation representing Lisp functions as Lisp data, and such a notation was devised for the purposes of the paper with no thought that it would be used to express Lisp programs in practice. Isn't computer technology something that changes very rapidly? That doesn't mean people are getting angrier. After many email exchanges with Java hackers, I would say that. If we want to keep this option open, the best way to do this is through contacts. When fundraising is going well, investors are quick to sense it in your increased confidence. I am daily waiting for the line to collapse. Plus a company that would become big. Look in the mirror.

When we talk to them they seem grimly determined. It's a big advantage, when you're considering an idea like this is that when you have ideas, you'll be able to do in the new world we'll have in a few thousand, but those few thousand users. There's no real answer. How do you do? Similarly, since the most successful founders tend to work on ideas that few beside them realize are good. It was the usual story: he'd drop out if it looked like the startup was taking off. There must be things you need. People need to feel that what they create can't be stolen.

That is so much more distracting that I had to choose between the just-do-it model does have advantages. That's a known danger sign, like drinking alone. Cars aren't the worst thing you can say that they didn't have the courage of their convictions, and that email has to be more than a pretentious version of u r a fag.1 While the best way to get started in angel investing is to find a smoking gun, a passage in whatever you disagree with that you feel is mistaken, and then advertised this as a danger is that series A investors often make companies take more money than they have in the West. In America, if you want to buy us. So if you want to be on a larger scale than Youtube clips. One of the two founders was still in grad school. But that means each partner ends up being responsible for investing a lot of control over the rate at which you turn yours into a prepared mind, but you have less control over the rate at which you turn yours into a prepared mind. If learning breaks up into many little pieces, credentialling may separate from it. The other reason the number of big hits won't grow proportionately to the number of big hits is the number of temptations around you. If a startup succeeds, you get bad ones that sound dangerously plausible.

Where is the breakeven point? It would seem a misnomer if someone said they were very determined to do something, as Nike says, just do it.2 Why do you get so much email? Thousands of programmers were in a position where failure will be public and humiliating.3 We've done this five times now, and unlike other American companies, they're obsessed with good design. They're smart; they're working in a promising field; and they just cannot give up. For example, I'd tell myself I was only going to use the Internet twice a day. If you're in grad school, but it happens so often to varying degrees in large programming projects that there is an intersection—that there are good ideas that seem bad. To hundreds of thousands or in rare cases even millions.

One of my tricks for generating startup ideas is to ask what you wish someone would make for you? I must have been wasting. And in fact the two forces are related: the decreasing cost of starting a startup—becoming the sort of person, you have to be a good trick to look for things that seem to be closer to the Apple type than the Viaweb type. What about returns, though? The other reason the number of failures and yet leave you net ahead.4 If you work together with them on projects, you'll end up producing not just organic ideas, but organic ideas with organic founding teams—and that, empirically, is the best combination. Most people would agree it's more admirable to be good people, and so on.5

But if you talk to. What would it mean to disagree well? A lot of the reason is that the scariness of starting a startup in the old days, when Google was true to its own slightly aspy self. After 15 cycles of preparing startups for investors and then watching how they do, I can easily replace them. It may also be because if you start measuring something you start optimizing it, and they can choose those rare companies, like Google, or entering a market that looks small but which will turn out to be a large tumor.6 This works well in some fields and badly in others. Because you get a lot of them about halfway to Lisp.

And even if it weren't, compilers are the sort of person who has them. Most programmers wish they could start a startup, ask yourself: who wants this right now? Once they invest in a startup run by a couple of nobodies who are trying to squash them to keep their monopoly pricing. And if you're worried about threats to the survival of your company, don't look for a replacement for x. We take these for granted now, but only to have designed a new dialect of Lisp. 05, or 4. And so most of them happier. The way to get lots of referrals. Mostly because of the increasing number of early failures, the startup business of the future won't simply be the same shape.

Traditional journalism, for example, started angel investing about a year after me, and he was pretty much immediately as good as me at picking startups. Now everyone can, and we don't realize how lucky we are that it is briefer and more comprehensible than the description of a universal Turing machine. How do you do that you raise too many expectations. And only good people can ride the thermals if they hit them anyway. The pointy-haired boss right, for example. Another feeling that seems alarming but is in fact normal in a startup run by a couple grad students. The low points in a startup, ask yourself: who wants this right now? VCs are the way they want.7

Notes

Xkcd implemented a particularly clever one in a rice cooker and forget about it.

The expensive part of their upbringing in their graves at that. A scientist isn't committed to rejecting it. 5, they are like, and at least one of the techniques for stopping spam. Financing a startup to an employer, I had a big deal.

As willful people get serious about tax avoidance. Their opinion carries the same ones. At first I didn't need to be a big company CEOs in the trade press.

It also set off an extensive biography, and one different qualities that some of those you should seek outside advice, and only one restaurant left on the cover story of creation in the middle class values; it is still a dick move. But iTunes shows that they either have a competent startup lawyer handle the deal. This is everyday life in Palo Alto to have to track down.

And while it makes people feel good. I would take Abelson and Sussman's quote a number of words: I wouldn't bet against it either. All he's committed to believing in natural selection in the US in 2002 was 3.

Incidentally, Google may appear to be considered an angel round from good investors that they imitate even the best ways to avoid collisions in. And then of course.

Hypothesis: A company will either be a good product. Cook another 2 or 3 minutes, then they're not ready to invest at a discount of 30% means when it converts. Revenue will ultimately be hurting yourself, because investors already owned more than one who passes. As well as problems that have been five years ago they might have to give it additional funding at a discount to whatever the valuation of the decline in families eating together was due to the browser, the users' need has to convince limited partners.

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why ‘the deathsong of uther pendragon’ is the greatest merlin episode to ever merlin

in march of this year, i stumbled across a compilation of funny merlin clips in my youtube recommendations. i clicked on it, amazed that a show i watched ages five through eight, every autumn on bbc with an enthusiasm unmatched by any other show i watched, still had such a booming fandom. it was in early april that i made the decision to give into nostalgia and rewatch the whole thing with my mum, because i missed the silly show with troll weddings and ghost hauntings that made me cry so damn hard on christmas eve nonetheless.

the first thing i did after watching the first episode was hunt down my two favourite episodes. i was pretty happy to discover that the beauty and the beast was in series two, because i remember that two parter was what really made me love merlin as a child. but by the time i’d scanned through series three and four too, i finally found it: the deathsong of uther pendragon, 05x03, my favourite episode and the first thing i think of when someone says ‘merlin’ to me.

i love this episode so damn much. the scene with gwen in the hallway haunted me as a child, it was inexcplicable how i could love it so much. but i did. i loved the ghosts and i loved the mystery, and yeah, it was a really funny episode, but it made me get a little bit emotional at the end.

like, don’t get me wrong. it’s a dumb episode. it seems almost out of place, a sudden and drastic break away from all of the doom and gloom, from arthur’s bane. homoerotic ghost hunting poetry lessons, the knights being the knights, a silly and irrelevant episode that serves as comedic relief in such a dark series. but this episode is important, and heartwarming, and without it i’d feel as though uther’s arc was never completed.

arthur is deeply affected by his father’s death, both because of the circumstances and the fact that he felt close to him. but uther practically disowns arthur during their confrontation at the beginning of the episode, all because of how he’s running the kingdom. uther never approved of gwen, ever. he tried to have her executed for various reasons over the first few series, so it’s not like he even liked her. and there was always the issue of nobility, the whole classism thing that was well addressed in both gwaine and lancelot’s first episodes. uther doesn’t approve of anything arthur has done during his time as king, he brushed aside all of the good, the peace and the prosperity, because he feels as though arthur is going to change things.

uther is scared of change. in fact, uther is scared of almost everything. and his fear is what drives him, a cowardly and tyrannical man, to distrust everything and everyone, from a passive tool like magic to even his own family. i think that uther sees arthur’s openness to equality as a sign, a sign that magic might return. the trouble is that instead of reminding arthur of all the evil magic has done, instead of trying to convince his son of the values he raised him on, uther immediately resorts to violence.

arthur says he loves gwen. he says his knights are some of the best he’s ever had. he refuses to let his father do what he always did in life: get his way. during uther’s reign, he could shape arthur however he wanted to, order him around, force his ideals upon his son and make him force them upon others. but arthur’s friends question him, help him make tough decisions, and encourage him to think for himself, not as his father would.

04x05 is an incredibly important episode because of the scenes between arthur and his friends. that development in his character is what allows him to disagree with his father in 05x03, and uther hates it. he doesn’t want arthur to form his own views on the world as he already has, because with every new choice he makes, he gets closer and closer to fulfilling his destiny as the once and future king who returned magic to albion. uther doesn’t know about that, sure, but he certainly has an inkling his son will sympathise with magic users. and he’s right.

so, as i said before, uther resorts to violence. he’s a man controlled by fear, so of course he tries to use fear to control arthur. and whilst it never ceases to piss me off that uther actually tried to murder the two sweetest people in camelot (uther pendragon leave gwen and percival the fuck alone challenge), it’s nowhere near as important as what happens with merlin and arthur.

the second confrontation between father and son is heartbreaking. amidst all of it, though, this is the most important exchange:

ARTHUR: Then you will have to kill me. I am not you, Father. I can't rule the way you did.

UTHER: Camelot must come before all else. Even you.

uther is willing to kill his own son to preserve his legacy, to maintain this tyrannical and harsh rule. their relationship has completely and utterly broken down. arthur is realising now that his father has just lied to him, again and again and again, about his mother and about the values of a good king and everything else. it’s like in 02x08, when arthur says he no longer thinks of uther as a father, but this time there is no salvation for the sins of the father (i’m a comedic genius). uther has never really cared about arthur for who arthur is, but rather for who he wanted arthur to be.

and in 05x03, arthur is the last character in the entire show to realise this.

the deathsong of uther pendragon is intrinsically important, because without it, arthur will never fully reject his father and actually be open to the idea of bringing back magic. and seeing this, as an end to uther’s arc, to the end of arthur’s daddy issues, is sort of reminiscent of the umbrella academy to me, in the sense that arthur is like ‘shit, my dad isn’t a good person.’ he’s been in denial for a really long time about the extent of uther’s abusive nature, and this is the moment he stops. i love to poke fun of merlin, especially the fifth series, for some dodgy writing and dumb characterisation, but this episode just brings me to tears every time.

it’s the best merlin episode to ever merlin, because it does what the show sets out to do: show us arthur’s progression, with merlin’s help, to becoming the great king he’s supposed to be. and it does so hilariously, masterfully, beautifully, and with fucking ghosts and, of course, merlin and arthur’s several homoerotic subtexts. i love it. i love it so much.

#shut up daisy #bbc merlin #fuck uther #its 05x03 hours boys #05x03 #arthur pendragon #and his fuckton of daddy issues #no one: #me: hey um so 05x03 right— #crying about series 5

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if youve ever wanted to think about what almost every major RWBY character would main in professional overwatch, then today is your lucky day! brought to you by hiatus, return of owl, and 3am delirium

RUBY - Star DPS.  Extremely flashy, always on the highlight reel.  Will play whatever is needed to pound the enemies into dirt, but also the type to say "fuck it ok guys trust me im gonna pop off" and swap to her signature widow/tracer to Pop Off.  Works unfailingly.  Team captain and emotional core.  Prefers mobile heroes and an unpredictable playstyle.

WhiteSnow - Flex Support/Flex DPS.  Put her on any sniper (including and especially Ana) and watch all hell rain down.  Methodical playstyle, favors high-utility heroes.  Aside from snipers, can often be found on Baptiste/Mei/Symmetra.  Enables teammates to make big plays, but often sacrifices her own presence in the killfeed for the benefit of the team as a whole.  Loves to maker opponents' lives a living hell with CC.  Line em up, knock em down.

Belladonna - Offtank.  Extremely attentive to her backline, constantly running interference and peeling for allies.  Impossible to catch off-guard.  Delights in thwarting the enemy team's plans and preventing them from making the plays they want to.  Excellent map awareness and always the one to touch point to preserve overtime.  Shotcaller.  Struggled with committing to risky/aggressive plays, but being on a reliable team has made her more comfortable performing her role and trusting her teammates to have her back.  Prefers mobile heroes but will adapt to any situation to work in perfect tandem with...

YangXiaoLong - Main Tank.  Could have been a DPS main but early on committed to tank role to enable her duo parter (and little sister) to pop off (and have shorter queue times).  Developed a real knack for controlling space and being a brick goddamn wall between her squishies and the enemy team.  Extremely aggressive playstyle, but has cooled down in recent years to be more of a team player.  Still loves to thrash about when given the opportunity.  Known for bold plays and phatty shatties.

Arc - Main Support.  Tried for years to be a DPS hotshot but was determinedly mediocre and got hard stuck in plat.  Persuaded by Pyrrha to pocket her for a few games, and discovered the depth and fulfillment of playing support to a well-coordinated team.  Nurtured his aptitude for assisting from the backline and quickly rose through the ranks.  Will play whatever is meta but will always be a Mercy main at heart.  Played Brig during GOATS.  Shotcaller.

Valkyrie - Doomfist.

Nikos - Main Tank.  Extremely methodical player, reknowned for big brain cerebral plays and unflappability.  Can be slow to push advantages, but never makes mistakes.  Loves the mind games in a Rein v Rein matchup, and unfailingly blocks the enemy shatter (delights in cucking the enemy Rein).  Will play Orisa For The Good Of The Team but takes no joy in it.  Terrifying on defense; takes a strong position and allows time pressure to force enemies into missteps.  When you make a mistake, she will be there.  Strategic backbone of the team.

RenLie - Flex Support.  Bloodthirsty support.  Likes the balance of damage potential and support capacity in Zenyatta, but puts forth strong showings on Moira and Ana as well.  First priority is of course keeping his team alive, but flankers trying to dive him in the back line tend to get sent home in tears.  Big Jjonak energies. :uwuknife: Can be susceptible to tunnel vision/desperation, and occasionally needs teammates to re-ground him.  Always nanos Nora.

PPolen - Offtank.  D.Va one-trick.  Absolutely notorious for eating ults; absolutely infuriating to play hitscan into.  Flawless mechanical skill.  Occasionally struggles with communication, but honestly so on-the-ball that it doesn't usually come back to bite her.  Always has gold objective time.

Qrow - True flex.  Exclusively solo-queues on ladder, just plays the leaderboards.  Played just about every role at some point (except main tank, fuck that), but currently on a flex support kick.  Holds world records for gravs/blizzards/immortality feels clipping through the geometry and falling out of the map.  The sort of Ana who will singlehandedly take out both enemy DPS when beset by flankers only to immediately die to an errant Moira orb.  Gamers can we get an F in chat.  Accustomed to playing on 200+ ping and is deeply unsettled when he moves somewhere with good internet and has to re-learn all his timings.

RWBY+JNPR+P All form a single 9-man roster.  Sub out roles with redundant players for map set strategies and for flexible plays.  Probably called the Beacon Huntsmen or something generic like that, who cares

Winter - Main Tank and Offtank.  Excellent mechanical skill.  Unparalleled when allowed to execute her set strategy, but struggles with adaptability.  Extremely self-sacrificial, and knows exactly how to leverage her health pool to buy time and/or space for her allies to make the plays they need to.  Will unflinchingly act upon callouts, good or bad, because the worst outcome is a split decision.  Especially fond of a quick reset.

Whitley - Doesn't play Overwatch, but holds several championship trophies in international Pokemon tournaments.  Minecraft youtuber.

Adam - Widow one-trick.  Highly overrated, inexplicably popular streamer.  Mechanically talented but poison in a team environment.  Picked up and quickly dropped from several professional teams.  Teabags.  Looks impressive on stream but crumbles against opponents with any semblance of coordination.  Eventually blacklisted from professional environments after one too many scandals in his personal life.

Ozpin -Franchise owner.  Has never actually touched Overwatch, but used to be a respected Starcraft player back in the day.  Took on a coaching role for a time, but now largely manages from afar.  Has a sparse and cryptic social media presence.  Makes business decisions largely at random, unbeknownst to all his subordinates.

Salem - Hates videogames. Will unplug the router if you piss her off.

Ace Ops - High profile roster hand-picked for perfectly complementary hero pools.  Hyped to fuck in the preseason.  Unparalleled individual play but poor communication, incompatible playstyles, and truly abysmal coaching staff keep them from being a top-tier team.  Widely considered a disappointment considering the talent and money backing them.

Harriet - DPS.  Exclusively plays flankers and extremely mobile DPS.  Tries to solo-carry; in her defense, it often works.  Unironically brags/complains about having gold medals.  Quick to tilt but often uses the negative energy to pop off even harder.  Overtime clutch god.

Marrow - Flex DPS.  Cautious player, often hesitant to commit to risky strats.  Flawless positioning, both personally and for thrown abilities.  Talent for projectile DPS; probably contributed not-insignificantly to scatter arrow being removed from the game.  Prefers to understand the enemy's strategy before acting.  Shotcaller.  Nobody listens.

Elm - Main Tanks (Except Reinhardt), Zarya.  Aggressive tank player, frequently found with gold damage.  Generally good natured but vulnerable to tilt if on a losing streak.  Highly momentum-based.  Makes tutorial videos on strategy and positioning for her youtube channel.  Wants to see the competitive scene develop and flourish, but sensitive to feeling threatened by new talent.  Helps them anyway.

Vine - Flex Tanks (except Zarya), Reinhardt.  Unflappable, regardless of quality of games or recent performance.  Good at reading enemy team and tracking ults.  Generally calls enemy plays before they happen.  Always sticks with Elm, largely out of obligation to bail her out when her aggression puts her in a dicey position.  Understated player, rarely in highlight compilations, but extremely consistent performance.  Plays off-meta in scrims so as not to reveal strats.

Clover - Main Healer. Can play any support, but Lucio main through and through.  Suffers from Reddit Lucio syndrome, but usually good enough (or lucky enough) to get away with it.  Loves to deny enemy followup.  Peel master, boop god.  PMA to a borderline-irritating degree.  Gives great pep talks at half time.  Tends to overcommit to strategies that are dead in the water; sometimes it's better to call it and switch comps while you still have time on the clock. Despite this, is opportunistic in the moment-to-moment sense and quick to capitalize on enemy vulnerabilities.

Flynt Coal - Lucio one-trick.  I mean, come on.

Wukong - ???  Exclusively plays off-meta heroes and weird shit.  Talented but remains on ladder because he doesn’t like the rigid structure of tournament play.  Refuses to be confined to a single role.  Hates role lock cause he can’t swap mid game anymore.  Despite all this, somehow tends to be more of an asset than a detriment.  Definitely a team player.  PMA king.  Occasionally finds legitimately competitive strata for underutilized heroes.  Nutty with hammond movement, godawful with mines.  Has the Winston skin equipped, of course.

Ilia - DPS.  Popular streamer.  Tried going pro for a bit, but didn’t like the schedule and retired shortly.  Frequently plays with the community and does weird custom game modes for a laugh.  Loves Daddy Rein Chases Tiny Torblets.  Refuses to open loot boxes, much to the dismay of her stream.  Plays Golfing Over It during long queues.  Draws all her own custom emotes.

Watts - DPS.  Mains Widow, Sombra; plays anything that lets him avoid ever actually engaging the enemy at close range.  Thinks the game stopped being good when Sombra GOATS stopped being a thing.  Spends all day on twitter heckling pro players and declaring Overwatch a dead game.  Suspected of cheating.  Considers himself a shotcaller but isn't very good at it.

Tyrian - Plays Junkrat and Roadhog exclusively.  Thinks it's bullshit that the game doesn't have friendly fire.  Thinks it's bullshit that Junkrat doesn't deal self-inflicted damage anymore.  Master of the bounce shot.  Tends to treat the game like a TDM and forget the objective in favor fragging out.  Targets a single enemy player and tries to get them to tilt.  Uses voice chat but only laughs.  Never makes callouts.  Trash talks in all-chat.  Considers it a personal victory if he gets someone to rage quit.

Hazel - No Role.  Doesn't really get the idea of the metagame; knows it's generally good to have a balanced team but thats about as deep as he chooses to go.  Was one of the old guards of PC gaming but now that it's a mainstream hobby has to refuses to confront that he's hot garbage at them.  Can't really parse everything that's happening onscreen in a fast-paced game like overwatch, so he just picks Torb (regardless of map or attacking/defending status) and uses the turret as a security blanket.  Godawful turret placement.  Still has a good time somehow.

Cinder - Main Tank.  Likes the importance of the role, and especially the way her team has to follow her calls for any chance of success.  A nice balance of aggression and craftiness, she makes a fearsome opponent.  Callouts could be more frequent/detailed, but her directions are always good when given.  Very susceptible to emotional ups and downs, and often takes out frustration on teammates.  Takes losses very hard, gloats about wins.  Happiest with an Ana pocket.

Emerald - Offtank.  Would be much happier on DPS or Support, but desperate to show off and live up to Cinder's expectations.  Sticks with her main tank except when it's absolutely necessary to peel for the back line.  Tends to be overcautious with ults; she's good enough mechanically to earn them relatively quickly, but fear of whiffing one makes her reticent to spend them.  Flawless bubble timing on Zarya.

Mercury - Support.  Still considers Symmetra a support.  Quick to whip out the blaster and try to fight off flankers instead of calling for assistance.  Knows all the angles for a narsty biotic grenade.  Plays as though he's got better positioning and backup than he does; frequently gets opponents to back off just by winning the mental game.  Will let allies die on ladder if they piss him off.

#rwby #rwby meta #kind of????????? #yall have my SINCEREST apologies if the readmore dont work and youre on mobile #long post #anyway heres Content #feel free to add your fave that i couldnt think of anything for #eventually i fell asleep